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Could you do the same thing that you did with Sam for juraj kinks? (I canât spell his last name)
oh my goodness, when i say i am absolutely FERAL over this man i mean it.
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juraj definitely speaks to you in slovak all the time and it makes you feral
i think he definitely has a praise kink, both giving praise and receiving it
tell him heâs doing so good and heâs gone
i just know heâs loud in bed and his moans are so fucking hot
definitely forgets how big he is compared to you and he lowkey loves it
definitely pulls your hair or grabs your throat when fucking you from behind
he loves it when you ride his thigh he thinks itâs so fucking hot
you wearing swimsuits turns him the fuck on
heâs lowkey obsessed with your ass like he always has to have a hand or two on it squeezing or just holding
loves to pick you up and carry you while he fucks you, he just loves the fact that he can pick you up and still be able to fuck you senseless while doing so
he loves to just lie back and watch you ride him, and he loves the way your face contorts with pleasure
he definitely is a big romantic and he loves making romantic love to you, candles lit and all
however, he is big into just fucking you rough like his own personal slut and you love it
loves praising you and you go absolutely feral over it, like him saying âgood girlâ or âyour taking my cock so well babyâ in his accent holy fuckkk
gives the best aftercare and just loves to hold you afterwards and show you how much he loves you
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TOMMY AND ADA ARE SO CUTE đ„ș
(Credits: seriously, idk who drew this, I found it on Pinterest)
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âThe Three of Usâ
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Fully co-authored with: @precious-little-scoundrel
Thanks to: My incomparable co-author & sweetheart Marina, for being willing to follow this rabbit hole with me and explore this little trio! And for the gorgeous mood board and vibes, Iâm obsessed. And to Ashley, for being the best damn cheerleader we could ask for. â„ïž
Warnings: All the sex, 18+ only
Word count: 8k
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Sometimes in Hollywood, magic happens behind the scenes - in a dark corner of Bar Lubitsch or a little poolside bungalow at the Chateau Marmont. Things that are only whispered about in certain circles or sent to Deuxmoi with the stipulation of ïżœïżœïżœanon please.â The blurry flash of a hand, littered with telltale rings, on her Instagram story. The paparazzi photos of a drunken night out before the three of them disappeared into the balmy Los Angeles evening. The fandom set ablaze by rumors as they combed over every sign, every possibility, every look that they took for godâs honest truth. A myth in the making, never confirmed, never denied.
When a ballsy journalist had the gumption to ask Callum about the rumors some months down the road, he just grinned his Cheshire smile and shook his head, the slightest blush hinting at the corners of his already ruddy cheeks.
âNah, mate, canât believe everyfing you read in Hollywood, can ya.â A statement, no trace of question in his ice blue eyes as he licked his cherry lips and stared the journalist down, daring them to dig deeper. His heart may have started pounding a little too hard but only he knew that. Nothing belied the steely gaze he turned on the journalist - not a flex in his jaw or a slight blink or the whisper of a breath. Needless to say, that journalist had no desire to go toe-to-toe with all six feet two inches of Chelseaâs finest lad. They let the subject drop, though the air had already been sucked out of the tiny interview room. Callum noted with suppressed glee the way the journalist shifted in their seat uncomfortably, trying to regain the upper hand.
Serves ya right, ya wanker, floated through Calâs head and it took all his energy to focus his thoughts on the next question being asked of him. Now that the taboo subject had been brought up, he couldnât keep his mind from drifting back towards that fateful night, like the breach in a shipâs hull the memories flooded in. The soft give of her flesh beneath his fingers as he dug them into her hips, needing her closer, closer. The salty taste of Austinâs skin on his tongue as he dragged it slowly across his friendâs collarbone, the streak of wetness left behind shimmering in the moonlight. The mingled sighs and shared breaths, overpowering and heady in that dark little bungalow. That was the night he couldnât get out of his head, no matter how hard he tried. It didnât matter how many books he read or women he kissed or bloody hikes he took in Runyon Canyon, he was always going back to the night when everything changed.
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âDidnât I see you at the Luchino Visconti retrospective a couple nights ago? At the Academy?â The very definition of tall, dark and handsome has just walked in the room, smiling down at you and waiting expectantly for your answer. This is Callum Turner, the new client youâre working with for Masters of the Air press (alongside Austin Butler, your regular client and current boyfriend-adjacentâŠguy. Itâs casual, youâre both keeping it casual. For now.).
âOh! Were you there? Wasnât it amazing?â you gush, a little flustered.
âItâs kind of rare to meet another Visconti fan. You must be one of the good ones.â He grins at you, all warmth and puppy dog eagerness. A kindred spirit, an instant connection. You would be very charmed by him, if you werenât already attached to someone else. Who are you kidding, youâre charmed by him anyway. Talking with him comes easily, and the time flies by as you style his hair, moisturize his skin, add a bit of concealer here and there. Heâs funny, sweet, intelligent. Austin has told you a bit about him, about his friend who helped him during one of the most confusing times of his life. But this - this is more than you were expecting. Heâs more than you were expecting. And youâre pretty sure heâs flirting with you. When he asks you out for a drink later, youâre absolutely certain. It is with no small amount of regret that you turn him down.
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The first time you noticed something akin to a spark between the man youâd casually been dating and his co-star was during press interviews for their new television series, Masters of the Air. As Austin and Callumâs groomer and makeup artist, you were allowed a seat at the back of the room, near the video monitors, ready to jump into action if one of Austinâs curls needed to be twisted back into place or if Callumâs nose got too shiny and needed a bit of powder. You glanced up from your phone to see the two of them leaned so close together their shoulders touched, just barely. You couldnât hear what they were saying, but Callumâs mouth looked as if it might graze the shell of Austinâs ear, a smirk playing at the edges, as his dark, curly head bent conspiratorially towards his friendâs blonde one. Silly boys, you thought, smiling to yourself as you watched them. Youâd seen that look on Austinâs face beforeâŠit was almost one of⊠adoration.
Without warning your mind flashed back to last night, Austin gazing up at you through your thighs, a look of devotion on his face, his sandy hair ruffled and his eyes slightly dazed. The very same look that heâs now turned on Callum⊠Nah⊠You laughed at yourself quietly and shook your head to clear your thoughts, silently scolding yourself. Youâd been reading too many spicy novels recently and clearly your imagination was running wild. It made sense that he and Callum were close. Austin had been lost as a newborn calf without a mother after Elvis had wrapped and Masters of the Air had started filming. A brotherhood, thatâs what Austin had called it. And Callum had been his right hand man. And thatâs all, you were sure. Pretty sure.
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Bar Lubitsch is dim and noisy, crowded with cast and crew of Masters for an impromptu celebration while so many of them are in town. Austin hasnât been here in years, always remembered it being a good time. He wants to show you and Callum a good time, after all the hard work you three have been putting in for press the past couple of weeks. That was two hours and three drinks ago, and you watch them now from your perch at the bar and how much they feed each otherâs souls, like displaced brothers, reunited after years apart. The evening is starting to shift and blur, so many drinks and people and noise and singing. You never knew Callum loved to sing so much, until he was singing karaoke at the top of his lungs and the whole bar was gathered around the little stage in the back room, jumping to the beat while he sang the most risquĂ© lyrics right to Austin, like they were the only two people in the room:
Even when the cold comes crashing through
I'm putting all my bets on you
I hope they never understand us
I put my heart inside your palms
My home in your arms
Now we know nothing matters
Nothing matters
And you can hold me like he held her
And I will fuck you like nothing matters
Youâre not sure youâll ever be over Callum pinching Austinâs cheeks, channeling his inner Egan, and singing right at him with drunken gusto while Austin is too tipsy to remember not to bask in it and itâs probably the cutest, and hottest, thing youâve ever seen. Itâs only afterwards that you start to feel a tiny flicker of jealousy. Thereâs something between them, a connection that time and distance hasnât untethered. Later, you drag Austin into one of the faded velvet booths, snuggling up to him as he pulls you into a one-armed embrace, kissing your temple with glassy eyes and a crooked smile. His heady mix of sweat and cologne mingle, along with the alcohol, and suddenly youâre lightheaded. Not to mention the fact that his soft lips have seemed to have move, with lightning speed, from your temple to your neck. You gently push him away, and he gives you a questioning look but you need to see his face when you ask him this.
âHeyâŠwhatâs going on with Callum? Because, itâs clearly something? And whatever it is, itâs ok, really it isâŠbutâŠI do have eyes, Austin,â you blurt out, biting your lip. You see a dozen different emotions cross his features, like a movie playing out in real time - surprise, guilt, defensiveness, longing, acceptance. His face goes all red and he leans his head back, his tan throat open and inviting, his Adam's Apple bobbing up and down as he swallows thickly. It takes everything in you not to kiss him right this second.
âItâsâŠcomplicated. Kind of,â he sighs as he stares up at the ceiling and you can tell he doesnât want to talk about it and thatâs answer enough for you. You donât push him further as you quietly turn his mouth to yours and make him forget anything and everyone but you.
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âCome on Aus, itâll be just like old times,â Cal goads drunkenly, placing a proprietary hand on Austinâs belly, his words laden with meaning and a hint of pleading. Itâs not like heâs missed Austin or anythingâŠnot like that. Not that heâd admit anyway, hell no. Couldnât two dudes have a consensual thing and not be weird about it? It must be liquid courage that made him suggest it aloud. That and the fact Austin keeps looking at him like he hung the damn moon.
âSwear youâll shut up? If I say yes, will you justâŠchill?â Austinâs eyes are trained on you and it takes everything in him to play it cool, keep a calm head. Calâs hand is still on Austinâs stomach and he starts to pet him, just above the belt and it makes Austin lurch in sudden need. He licks his lips, theyâre suddenly parched, and swallows hard. He hears Cal snicker softly in his ear.
âNow, see, as I recall, you wouldnât stop asking me to keep sayinâ shit last time.â Callumâs voice floats above the music, scratchy from gin and karaoke, hot breath tickling the shell of Austinâs ear. His hand moves to squeeze Austinâs neck, and if Austin didnât know any better heâd swear it was a subconscious power move, Callum trying to literally bend Austin to his will. Thereâs an all too familiar twitch down Austinâs pant leg, and oh god he wishes- he thought, he was so sure, he was past that phase of responding like one of Pavlovâs dogs to Callumâs adoration and teasing.
Maybe itâs just the notion, his suggestion. Thatâs whatâs suddenly making Austinâs blood feel hot and his eyes hazy, itâs the idea of herâŠand him! But mostly her, just her, and sharing her and- None of that explains the way he wants to bend to that firm hand squeezing in drunken cajoling at the base of his neck, makes him want to knock noses and yank at the stupid collar of Callumâs sweater until thereâs collarbones to see and a draft under the wool. This is winter in Los Angeles, heating inside is state of the art, thereâs no reason for such coziness and itâs making the man sweat and all Austin can think of from the smell is memories of an English summer, worn out and floating in his own body, biting down on Callumâs upper arm, tangy, sweaty flesh to keep an awfully strange escapade quiet.
That does it. What is he even thinking? He mustâve drank more than he realized but then, oh god, there Cal goes, throwing his hands up in defeat, shrugging his shoulders like a kid caught trying to push his luck. The arm around his shoulder is suddenly gone, and heâd give anything to have it back again. He shakes his head - he really mustâve had too much to drink. It was making him melancholy and sobering him up fast. Funny how alcohol will do that to you.
âScouts honor, Butler, Iâll-Iâll-Iâll,â he seems to search the ceiling in drunken concentration for the correct wording most likely to open the doors to the kingdom, âIâll be- itâll be: HER, YOU and a um, uh mannequin. How âbout that, mate? Good enough for ya? Youâd probably like that, wouldnât ya? Ya little freak!â He lands a playful right hook to Austinâs jaw, hard knuckles digging into soft cheeks.
The usually inflammatory epithet of âfreakâ, coming as it does from a man begging for a threesome with himself and his girl, is nothing short of rabidly complementary. Callumâs shit-eating, triumphant grin could light up the whole damn room in this moment. He knows heâs got Austin right where he wants him and starts to count down silently in his head - threeâŠtwoâŠ
Austin finds himself grinning, a warning, measured thing but a condoning of the sentiment all the same.
âOne,â Cal says out loud, his arm going back around Austinâs shoulders, squeezing so hard Austin winces a little. Itâs a reflective motion then, done almost without thinking, when Austin slaps Callumâs thigh, not realizing thereâs a boner bent down that trouser leg. A wounded hiss leaves Callumâs lips as he caves in on himself a little bit and Austin freezes, his face turning crimson and he feels another twitch down his own trousers.
âSteady on mate,â Callum coughs, shaking a leg, trying to discreetly readjust. âAnd I thought I was the eager beaver here.â Austin wants to wipe that smirk right off Callumâs smug little face but the moment their eyes meet they canât help but start to laugh. Giggles, really, which turn into loud guffaws that has the whole bar turning to see what the commotion is about.
Your head whips around at the sound youâve grown to know well over the past few weeks, the loud and boisterous laughter of two friends who seem forget that anyone else exists when theyâre together. You spot them, huddled close as they always seem to be, and shake your head. A grin tugs at your lips and threatens to spill out the feelings fluttering around in your chest, no your stomach, noâŠsomewhere else, lower. Youâd be lying if you said you didnât think about the two of themâŠtogether. Sometimes youâre with them, sometimes youâre not, in these little fantasies of yours. You catch yourself biting your lip and staring at them a little too longingly. You wonder what theyâre saying now, both of them look flustered and awkward, just slightly. You can actually feel the tension rolling off of them in waves from where you stand across the bar.
Austin chooses that moment to look up and catch your eye. Thereâs a fire in his gaze that wasnât there earlier and what is that look on his face? Youâve never seen it beforeâŠshy and almostâŠguilty? He looks just like a little boy whoâs been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Your eyes question him across the dim bar, an unspoken tether ties you together wherever you are, and uncertainty about the deal heâs just struck with Callum comes creeping in. What has gotten into him? Heâs just agreed to share you, with another man. And not just any man, one he has a rather interesting history with. The thought of Callum touching you, kissing you, fucking youâŠsuddenly heâs stone cold sober and beginning to regret letting Cal sway his decision. Because there sure as hell wonât be any take backs, not with Callum. Heâs like a dog with a bone once he gets what he wants.
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âDude no, thereâs chemical flavoring in there, that shitâs bad for you and itâll give her irritation!â Austin looks slightly perturbed, not for the first time this evening. He sways slightly under the florecent lights of the drugstore, the constant buzzing adding to the pounding in his head.
âWhat if itâs not intended to go on her? Hmm? Thought of that Butler?â Callum murmurs under his breath, his eyes focused solely on the lube heâs holding, a pink blush creeping up his neck to his ears. Has a blush under drugstore fluorescents ever looked so lovely? And Austin hasnât stopped biting that lower lip since you walked into this place. It hasnât stopped him from grinning, though, his excitement bubbling through in little ticks and tells, the nervous turning over of the vaseline jar in his large hands.
âYou havenât even bought me dinner Cal, just straight to the flavored lube,â Austin bemoans, faking offense. ââSides, sheâs already sweet enough, arenât you baby? Iâve had my fair share of licks,â Austinâs shoulder bumps yours as he sends you a smoldering look, his eyes flickering down your body briefly before his cheeks turn a slight rosy color you can see blooming up from his chest through his open shirt collar.
âAustin!â you hiss, slapping his arm playfully and hiding your face in his neck, embarrassed.
âLeave it to you two twig Bettieâs and weâd be down to nothinâ but socks and coconut oil,â Cal snarks, not at all inaccurately.
âI donât remember you minding coconut oil last time,â Austin says under his breath, clearly meant for Callumâs ears only, but you manage to catch it, and your heart starts to pound at the implied meaning.
âMmm, and it was bitter so - mojito,â Callum says decidedly, leaving no room for argument. Austin smiles at you, lifting his shoulder in a shrug and rolling his eyes heavenward. You giggle nervously, wondering for the first time just what youâre getting yourself into.
âI saw that! Listen mate, feel free to shut me up at any time. This would do nicely, ya reckon?â Callum lifts a silk sleeping mask with one, long finger and swings it around seductively, waggling his eyebrows up and down comically. You laugh and the butterflies making a home in your ribcage start to settle down again.
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The whimpers emanating from between your parted lips take you by surprise and you promptly shut your mouth, unexpectedly embarrassed to be mewling so wantonly. You bite your lip as it becomes harder and harder to hold them in with every slow thrust of Austinâs velvety cock filling you, his swollen tip hitting just the right spot, and every flick of Callumâs tongue as he laves at your tender little clit with vigor. You feel Austin tense slightly beneath you as Cal swirls his tongue down to your opening to lap at where you and Austin join, sloppy and wet. A soft moan floats past your left ear, Austinâs hot breath sending a shiver through you, and it seems to invigorate Callum as he doubles down on his efforts to have his tongue cover as much surface area as possible. He chuckles and it jolts through you as your back arches, your fingers finding his dark curls and yanking him closer, demanding something you arenât even aware of. He understands what you need even if you donât and as his lips close around your sensitive bud you can no longer keep quiet, keening softly. You practically buck off of Austinâs lap and his arm tightens around your waist to keep you in place. The harder Callum sucks, the more Austin starts to whine - youâve gotten so tight around him he can hardly thrust.
âOh fuck, whatâre you doing? CalâŠwhatâŠâ you slur as you pull at his hair, trying to dislodge him from your clit. You feel him grin against your heat as he slowly slips two fingers in you, resting them alongside Austinâs length. You hiss at the stretch and Austin starts to pick up his pace again. Your head is too hazy with pleasure to register fully what is happening as Callum gently slides another finger in next to the first two. His mouth works your clit, sucking and pulling, harder then soft again.
âMoreâŠmore more more,â you beg hoarsely. You feel as if you might fly away and the only thing anchoring you to earth are these two men and their hands and their mouths on your body. Callum cocks an eyebrow at you and his eyes shift to Austin. You feel him nod, barely, and then another burning stretch as Cal slips his pinkie in next to his other fingers. It drives you insane and you feel yourself clenching and coming, harder than you can ever remember. You stop breathing for a moment, your mind going numb with rapture as you come apart at the seams.
âOh fuck,â Austin whispers, biting your shoulder, his hand absentmindedly palming your breasts, pinching your hardened nipple. âCome on baby, I know youâve got more, give us another one. Cal, canât thrust with you in thereâŠgive me some room, huh?â
Callum letâs go of your clit with a wet pop and gently slides his fingers out. His nose and chin are shiny with your juices, even his eyebrows look a little damp and heâs grinning from ear to ear.
âGo on then, Butler, show us what you got.â He stands, knees popping as he does. From up here he can see your faces clearly, yours and Austinâs. He watches, rapt, as Austin nuzzles your neck, nipping at your earlobe as he speeds up his thrusts, toying with your nipples mercilessly. Your eyes flutter closed and your head drops back onto his shoulder. Callum shakes his head, dazed and pussy drunk - why was he on his knees so long?? He coulda been watching this the whole time? But he knows why- fresh, homegrown pussy. And he means to have his fill. He canât take being on the sidelines, watching Austin move in and out of you at a punishing pace, having all the fun. One of Callumâs massive palms descends onto your clit, slapping and rubbing cruelly, back and forth, faster and faster. And then youâre gushing everywhere, all over Callumâs hand and Austinâs cock and the bed, soaking everything.
âCome on then girl, give us all youâve got,â Cal encourages, his raspy voice driven to the point of hoarseness. He grabs his painfully hard, throbbing cock and roughly starts to slap your clit. You gasp, jerking in Austinâs arms as you fall apart again. And then Callum gets a thought, because his dick is doing most of the thinking just now, and itâs been sadly neglected thus far. Heâs just had four fingers in you and now youâre literally flinging droplets with each swipe, itâs a goddamn swamp down there itâs so wet. He slows his slaps and starts to rub soft circles against your clit, stopping every once in a while to try your entrance gently, just to see. You moan breathlessly and his heart speeds up as he looks at Austin questioningly.
âI recognize that gleam in your eye, TurnerâŠspit it out,â Austin says in a slightly strangled voice.
âThink you can take us both, angel? At the same time?â Callum directs his question to you, ignoring Austin.
You canât take your poor abused clit getting ground on anymore, itâs just too intense, anything to give it a break. You nod your head so fast he thinks it might fly off. Your trembling little hand reaches down with disjointed begs of âPut it in baby, put it, please Cal, itâs burning.â
Your sloppy wet pussy hole visibly clenches with a tiny space of room left each time Austin digs in. Callum drunkenly wonders if they should have a medical professional on standby for this sorta shit, like itâs gotta be a crime to wedge two boys into a girl, especially when Butlerâs packing like that. But your whine suggests you need it and heâd really like to not be left out. FOMO -thatâs what heâll blame when heâs driving the ambulance or else coming down from the craziest high heâs ever had with a pool of cum drying on his belly.
Austin goes still as a statue under you and drags your sweaty hair across to the other shoulder so he can really see your face and ask, âYou sure? Baby, talk to me, you really wanna try?â His hand gently grips your chin, forcing you to focus on his eyes, his question.
âIâll die if I donât have you both,â you plead, your voice barely above a whisper, but Austin still looks concerned and slightly perturbed. Is the girl he knows even in there? But you want something, you want this and heâll be dammed if he doesnât give you anything you want thatâs within his power to give. And if thereâs one thing he loves about you itâs your love of a challenge. He bites his cheek, trying not to blow his load over your sweet determination.
âOk ok.â Austin takes a deep, steadying breath, kissing your wet temple and gives Callum a very familiar look of admonishment and also trust in his good intentions. âCareful, man, really careful,â he instructs as Callum nods his silent assent.
âNo safe words, just if somebody says stop we stop, ok?â Austinâs starting to pant, as he can feel the poofy mushroom head of Calâs cock brushing his sack at your entrance. âAnybody who says stop,â he clarifies, half thinking he might be the first to wimp out and do it.
âYeah, yeah, âcourse.â Cal actually looks sober as fuck except for the sheen of sweat that always seems to come with his pints and somehow the eye contact he makes lights a fire in Austinâs belly.
âI might say no,â you squeak, âI wonât mean it though, just a heads up. Iâll say stop- if I need to stop.â
âNo?â Cal laughs nervously. âThat might make me feel a littleâŠbad,â he admits, still rubbing maddening circles around where Austinâs been practically cockwarming you for ages.
âStop getting all existential and give her what she wants, man,â Austin rebuts.
âItâll make me feel bad if she says no,â Cal blurts, running a hand through his already messy hair.
âThen Iâll do it.â Austinâs voice is rough in your ear and your nipples harden into peaks as he gently pulls out of you and pats the bed. âTell Cal to lay his big ass self down.â
You giggle as Callum dives onto the bed, bouncing for a moment until he settles, turning over onto his back, head propped on a lazy forearm. He pats his meaty thighs and you roll your eyes but canât deny the flip flop your stomach does at the thought of those thighs and what a nice cradle theyâll make while youâre railed within an inch of youâre life. And then youâre hovering over him, Cal kneading your hip encouragingly while running an admiring hand up and down your spine, like youâre a skittish horse in need of calming. You hesitate, momentarily unsure, but Austin nods at you reassuringly from the foot of the bed and ever the gentleman, gives you his hands to hold as you sink slowly down on Callum. Though his gentlemanly hands are gripping yours tightly, his eyes are glued to your pussy taking every inch of uncut Brit cock that heâs maybe gagged on once.
âEarth to Butler!â comes from behind you because Austinâs zoned out a little and itâs been a hot minute and youâre somewhat situated now.
âOh, yeah, yeah, uh, ok, okâŠâ
Cal snickers before crunching up behind you, his chest hot against your back as he wraps his arms around you. âYou feel lovely, darlinâ, wanna lay back wifâ me? Donât mind him, heâs lost it. Always goes a bit soft in the head around a pretty pussy or my cock.â
Itâs a lot from this position and laying back against Callumâs chest is intense. You feel like heâs fully in your belly and it stretches your womb over him. He feels differentâŠhis isnât as wet as Austinâs little water fountain but it throbs more noticeably, sending little shocks of pleasure through you. Cal pets your belly soothingly and spreads your pussy lips for Austin to really get a look at. You whine and squirm, realizing again the want for more. Those fingers dabbling at your entrance, threatening to push inside you once more and thatâs when Austin breaks, recalling thatâs what he and his cock are here for.
âYeah, ok, ok, present and accounted for. Move your hand,â he murmurs, swiping Calâs hand away. He thumbs at you himself for a bit, just to be sure and to watch as Cal loses his cool facade for a second when you clench tightly around him.
âStill sure about this, baby?â He asks one more time as heâs pressing at the ring and the burn has you bracing. You feel Calâs hand move from your waist to your thigh, behind your knee, cupping it and dragging it wide, spreading you apart before youâve even said your piece. The vote of confidence does you good and you take a deep breath, nodding once, decisively.
âThen put me in, angel,â Austin tells you, fat cockhead already snagged in but thereâs a little ripple in his hard cock from the resistance of the tight space. Steeling yourself, you reach down and wrap your fingers around him, tugging him closer and slowly feeding his thickness into you alongside Calâs, who starts thrashing his head and moaning at the drag like heâs the one getting breached.
âGood girl, good girl, please moreâŠknow you can take more.â Calâs begging for cock by proxy and it alters your brain somehow. Austinâs too, he puts his hips into the effort and soon heâs gotten past the muscles at your command and into the threshold where you canât manage to push him out if you tried. It makes you panic a little, but Cal is softly shushing in your ear, a distracting thumb stroking behind your knee, other freckled hand mauling a tit and begging you to take more cock so he can get friction.
âShe can take it, come on, Austin,â he vouches for you, a little self promotion as you canât even form words right now. Somewhere about six inches in your vocabulary consists of yelped little âfuckâsâand whimpering âI cantâsâ.
Austin caresses your cheek, commanding you to look at him, his blue eyes focused in on yours, âThatâs it baby, just a little more. Youâre doing so good for us⊠such a good girl.â
Callum grabâs Austinâs shoulder and brings him fully deeper, which is all well and good when Austin kisses your forehead and insists raggedly, âYou are doing it, baby.â
When he finally pushes in that last little bit, you lose any control you thought you had, instantly coming from the stretch and threatening to push Austin out. But he presses nothing less than his full weight on you, keeping you in place and himself snug inside next to Callum. You gasp for air and wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, clinging to him. Austin tries to remember to breathe and promptly forgets how when he makes eye contact with Callum for the first time since being balls deep.
âAre you -is that youâŠtwitching?â
âWoulda thought youâd remember that,â Callum smirks. âCoulda sworn I recall you saying something about it jumping like a live wire in your hand?â
âChrist, well it feels different allâŠsnuggled up next to mine,â Austin grits out, coloring slightly.
After a moment or two, when breath has been regained and a few laughs shared and some semblance of sanity restored in right spaces, Cal starts to pepper every inch of your neck and cheeks in kisses. Now that heâs not so desperate heâs become utterly grateful for you, for this. The kisses turn into sloppy, wet groans in your ear as Austin begins to move and Calâs hand is gripping your jaw, his eyes locked on Austin, your legs thrown wide over his thighs, spread to the max and heâs a perfect recliner. He throws his other arm across your chest in a loving armbar, holding you still on top of him, âSo Butler can get a rhythm, baby.â
Austin looms above you both, finding his pace, measured and steady. His beautiful face is flushed full of awe and thereâs a heat in his gaze youâve never seen before. He puts his hand on Callumâs shoulder for leverage, long fingers digging into freckled flesh and Cal promptly lays a little smooch on Austinâs forearm with a cheeky grin. Austinâs eyes shift and change, become a deeper blue and an expression you canât read flits across his face as he jabs a particularly hard thrust into you. Callum starts to whimper and squirm when he realizes Austinâs thrusts are rubbing him too well, and it's not just you whoâs getting their spot hit - that spot being his foreskin being drug back and forth in maddening little drags.
âYâall like that? Feel good?â Austin growls lowly, rhythmic thrusts pushing you and Callum deeper into the fluffy white sheets, both of your whimpers combining until you canât tell who they belong to. Austin groans and drives in harder, his white knuckles gripping Callumâs shoulder hard, while he reserves his tenderest touch for you, rubbing his thumb back and forth across your cheek.
âYouâreâŠenjoying thisâŠâ you manage to moan between thrusts. His face splits into a grin as he pushes all the way in, pausing for a moment to kiss you hard, all tongues and teeth and desperation.
âOh, fuck mate, thatâs so good. Oh my god,â Callum babbles. âRight there, fuck, right there. You feel so good.â
âWhich one, baby girl? Me or her?â Austin smirks.
For once, Callum has no witty response except the heavy panting in your ear. He squeezes your waist harder and his fingernails indent your hip and it gives you something else to focus on while you catch your breath, a tiny escape from the mind-blowing ecstasy you feel and the slight alarm bells ringing in your head. You can feel Callum somehow expanding and growing inside of you, even bigger than he was before. Austinâs eyes go wide and a look of panic crosses his face - his perfect pink mouth forms a perfect âoâ.
âOh shit, whatâŠwhy is everything so fucking tight againâŠwhat is happening,â Austin groans breathlessly, his mouth set in a determined line, teeth ground together so hard you worry momentarily he might break a tooth. He tightens his grip on Callumâs shoulder and Calâs massive hand encircles Austinâs delicate wrist, knuckles white as he holds on for dear life.
âFasterâŠfaster,â Cal begs, again and again. âSorry no, mate itâs, itâs fuckinâ happeninââŠoh fuck.â His head cranes forward and you can feel his belly and hips flexing beneath you as he tenses over and over, letting out a hoarse sort of howl as he comes. His warmth fills you and it shakes something loose in your head, your own stomach starting to clench as you grab a handful of Austinâs golden hair, urging him on. Callumâs hands are all over you, petting you everywhere as he starts to come down.
âSâok I came in ya? Yeah? Good, âcause I did,â he whispers hoarsely with a remorseful little laugh, back to babbling to you now that Austinâs got him there. He wipes the sweaty hair from your forehead, tucking a piece of it behind your ear and kisses your neck, whispering encouraging words, âThatâs it, babe, give us another one.â
Calâs bitten off little whimpers spur you on, as his soft cock is trapped in there too, getting pummeled. Heâs trying to focus on you, with little pets and murmurs of encouragement but you feel his jaw clench as he grits his teeth, taking the pounding Austin is giving the both of you.
âGot me feelinâ like a proper woman, squealinâ nâ shit, Aus.â
You feel another orgasm build and shake through you, one of the many countless times youâve fallen apart tonight, but this one stands out. It would bring you to your knees if you were unlucky enough to be standing at this moment. Youâre sure it has something to do with knowing youâre satisfying two men at once, Callum having found his release and Austin being close to his. You can tell heâs on the verge by the little signs youâve grown to recognize over the course of your relationship. The way his forehead creases in between his brows - youâve kissed it away a dozen times in the heat of the moment. The way his pulse beats on the side of his neck, his vein there popping out and becoming more prominent. The short little huffs of breath he inhales, in quick succession - one, two, three, bam, bam, bam, like three shots straight to your heart. Itâs your turn to take care of him, the last one standing after he made sure you and Cal got yours.
âYour turn, baby,â you whisper, pulling his forehead down to meet yours, thumbing at the hollows of his cheeks as he begins to tremble and his thrusts turn sloppy. He kisses you again, sucking on your tongue before moving to latch onto your neck. Cal wraps a hand around Austinâs throat, pushing his head back and squeezing just enough for his eyes to widen and his mouth to pop open. His blue eyes darken and you think heâs going to put his mouth on you again, but he bypasses you and goes straight for Callumâs collarbone, his perfect, white teeth sinking into Callumâs lovely English skin and biting down, hard. Cal yelps but doesnât let go of Austinâs neck, and thatâs when you feel it, your belly filled with warmth again as Austin pulses and twitches inside you, a stuttered moan muffled into the crook of Callumâs shoulder. He collapses on top of you and Callum, completely and utterly spent, the three of you breathing heavily and unable to move for a few moments. You squirm a tiny bit, trying to take a deep breath with one man plastered to your front and another to your back.
Austin gets the hint and lifts himself back up on shaky arms, slipping out of you with a squelch. You gasp one final time, at the sudden loss of him, and a cold emptiness is left where he once filled you to the brim, almost to breaking. The coldness is replaced quickly by a gushing warmth spilling out of you. You feel Callum suck in a breath, his broad chest expanding beneath you, his right arm still wrapped tightly around your chest.
âChrist, itâs running down my balls,â he wheezes out, taking another shuddering breath.
Austin braces himself against the headboard and slowly disentangles himself, flopping limply beside you on the bed. He looks at you and Cal still entwined, his eyes moving from both of your faces flushed with heat, down to Callumâs arm still tightly wrapped around you, one large, meaty hand gripping your breast, his middle finger absentmindedly pressing the sensitive bud of your nipple down. Austin sucks in breath after breath, and his eyes travel lower, to your legs still splayed wide over Callumâs sturdy thighs, his softening cock still nestled deep inside you, the spend of both men slowly dripping out of you. A sudden flash of possessiveness roars through him - for you, for Callum. For the sacred thing he has with both of you. His face goes numb and his ears start to ring. But itâs gone as quickly as it appeared.
âWhat is it, Aus?â you whisper, stretching out a hand to him. He looks forlorn, alone on the other side of the bed, his vulnerable face a mix of emotions crashing together all at once, lost and unsure, the gravity of everything settling on his shoulders like a blanket.
âCome back to us.â Your fingertips barely reach to brush his bronzed chest, the little blonde hairs soft against your skin. âPlease.â
He lets out a breath you didnât realize he was holding and crawls back over, wrapping his arms around you both and collapsing on top of you again. Youâre hilariously squished in the middle of a bear hug now, both men squeezing with all their might, a strange show of masculinity to mask true feelings.
âI canât breatheâŠ.â you manage between giggles. Callum lets out a soft chuckle in your ear, his breath warm against your cheek as his arm shifts beneath you. He digs his fingers into Austinâs armpit and wiggles them around none too gently. Austin bucks against you and squeaks out an uncharacteristically high laugh, trying to squirm out of Calâs grasp, but itâs too strong and Austinâs body feels like jelly just now.
âHey! Hey hey, no fairâŠyou know I hate⊠being⊠tickledâŠâ Austin grunts out, trying desperately to writhe out of this strange embrace.
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Bright, cheerful sunshine spills onto the hotel room floor and across the bed, where it has no right to be at this ungodly hour. It shines in unabashedly, through drapes you forgot to close properly in all of your horny desperation. A little sliver of verdant green Hollywood hills is the only signal from the outside world. In here, somewhere between sleeping and waking, in that hazy early morning dreamland, you register Austin tucked up close behind you, his knees pushing the backs of yours and his warm, heavy arm slung over your waist. This is how you wake up every morning and you scoot your bottom back, into the cradle of his hips, momentarily unaware of the pulverization of your insides. But scenes from last night play out like a clip reel inside your head almost as soon as youâre conscious. You squeeze your eyes tight, refusing to give the sun its due. You stretch your legs gingerly, wiggling your toes against Austinâs, and take stock of things. Thereâs the obvious ache between your legs - more of a throbbing fire, if the truth is to be told. Your nipples seem to remember the previous eveningâs activities as well because they immediately harden and stand at attention. And you canât feel them yet but youâre pretty sure you have a few bruises, too. Ah well, you think as you yawn lazily, thatâs what makeup is for.
You blink one eye open (itâs so bright in here!) and the first thing you encounter is a massive arm right next to your nose, tiny, golden hairs glinting in the sunlight. The second thing you see is Cal, on his belly and sans sheets or clothes, his lush and muscular bottom swelling above the white duvet beneath him. His adorable face is pressed into the pillow next to yours, dark curls swirling across his forehead and dayâs worth of stubble dots his jaw. He feels your eyes on him, heâs only been snoozing for a bit, waiting for you two to wake up. He cracks one bright, blue eye open and stares back at you a moment. He senses a rush of what he feels everytime he sees you but this time itâs magnified by endearment and gratitude. Then, his face lights up, still smushed into the pillow and a massive, squinty grin splits his face. Your heart gives a funny little leap inside your chest and you find that your fingers are caressing his cheek softly, of their own volition and you resist the urge to kiss the little freckle under his mouth. He grabs your hand and kisses your fingertips, holding them to his warm lips as he smiles. And suddenly, any worry about things being weird has evaporated, as has any possibility of him being a third wheel. He just belongs.
âHey! Quit making goo-goo eyes at my girl.â Austinâs gravelly morning voice rumbles from behind you playfully, and quick as lightning the arm still draped around your waist reaches over and smacks Callumâs ass, hard. The slap echoes around the room and you see the pale flesh of his bottom bounce and reverberate with the force of it. Cal, and his red, pillow creased face, jolts forward, yelling and jerking in the sheets, which in turn rubs his raw cock. This causes a chain reaction of events which results in him immediately pulling a sore muscle and flopping back down on the bed, moaning and rubbing his reddening backside.
âNo fair, bruv,â he groans into the pillow. âThat was too fuckinâ close to my balls.â
Austin chuckles and swats your ass gently for good measure. Slowly, everyone starts to shift and stir. First there are whines about soreness and muscles. Then about how sticky it all is. Then about whoâs gonna order room service - but more pressingly, whoâs gonna walk to the mini bar and grab a water. And then thereâs an argument about whoâs voice is less hoarse to call for the food - this ends up being you, hilariously. Then thereâs moaning arguments about who is intact enough to wobble to the door and tip the server. In between massive amounts of doting and fretting over you, obviously. The boys are ever attentive, fluffing your pillows and making sure youâre comfortable while they feed you omelets and sausage and pancakes until your energy is restored. Over breakfast in bed, the arguments continue about whoâs more bruised up - thereâs a nasty bite mark on Calâs collarbone but the fingerprints around Austinâs neck are a fair rival. Thereâs a panicked and very male discussion about emergency rooms when you admit you can barely move. But you manage to convince them that a nice, hot soak in the tub would do you wonders right about now. So Austin goes to draw you a bath while Callum helps you out of bed, wrapping a protective arm around your waist, and guiding you to the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later youâre starting to feel somewhat restored and a little more like yourself. The boys take turns showering, getting ready for the screening event later today. They go about it quietly though, almost reverently, leaving you to relax in peace. You turn the hot water on again, youâve soaked so long itâs turning tepid but youâre not ready to relinquish this luxury. You ask Austin to bring you your makeup kit, eying the marks on both of them that need covering up. First Austin, then Callum, one after the other they kneel beside the tub in only their dress pants, chest and feet still bare. There are bruises and hickies and bite marks on clavicles and necks and wrists. Poor Callum, with his delicate, reactionary British skin has what looks like beard burn over half his chest and up the side of his throat. You turn sideways in the fancy clawfoot bathtub, gingerly dabbing concealer here and there, doing the best you can to cover up any evidence of last night's revels. Austin sits patiently, a towel underneath his knees to buffer the hard tile floor, and watches you with his kind, enigmatic ocean eyes. Theyâre distracting, those eyes, as they watch your face, every blink and every smile.
âWhat is it, Aus? Something on your mind?â you finally murmur, unable to take such naked contemplation any longer.
âYouâre incredible, you know that?â He smooths the hair back from your forehead, rubbing a silky piece between his fingers. âIâm so lucky.â
Callum slouches against the doorway and lets out a quiet hum. âI think you mean weâre lucky, mate. The three of us.â
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Tagging some Austin & Callum lovers I know: @jelliedonut @crazymadpassionatelove @elvisabutler @slowsweetlove @stylespresleyhearted @steph-speaks @blurredcolour @pearlparty
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my farleigh bf headcanons
i'm having some farleigh brainrot.
semi nsfw!! â
ass + thigh man. â
starting it off strong. LOVES your ass and thighs. he likes squeezing them or slapping your butt playfully when you're out or just playing around.
cigarette + joint sharing â
def likes holding a cigarette or joint up to your lips and having you smoke from his fingers. definitely loves shotgunning.
pda â
hes not shy about showing you off. this also applies to the first point, because he'll grab your ass at random points, or he likes kissing and making out anywhere. also, he's soft... okay, he likes handholding.
music â
there's def dates where you're studying together or just relaxing and he has on music. and, let's just be frank. he definitely likes britney spears.
size difference â
he uses his bigness to his liking. he likes when you're on his lap, or lay on top of him when you sleep.
sex life â
LOVES giving you head. whether your sitting on his face or lying down, or even sitting on something because just know, he definitely likes fucking at parties, it's a thing. definitely kisses you when you finish. and trust me, he enjoys receiving too. on some days when he's especially stressed or annoyed, smokes a cigarette while you give him head.
pet names â
i feel like most people wouldn't think of him as affectionate, but i feel like he's big on pet names. 'baby' is probably his big one.
i love yous â
he's not shy. commitment is new to him, but you're his girlfriend. he loves you, and he's going to be blunt and say it. if you're not ready to say it back at that moment, it's fine. he can wait.
arguments â
he lets up because you're his girlfriend, but it's in his nature to be a tease. so, his mean streak just got... gentler when you began dating, which i'm sure caused a few arguments. but you guys like testing each other, the push and pull, the chase. to be honest, i hardly doubt he's the type to date someone who just takes it. he likes that you fight back, and put him in his place more often than not.
he's definitely a jealous type of boyfriend too, so that's also a topic for arguments as well.
hopeless â
loves texting you. does it often through class. helps you choose outfits for class, parties, dates. asks you to send pictures of your outfits throughout the week... most of the time uses outfits as a cover up because he likes seeing you.
party life â
likes doing coke from your thigh, back of your hand, collarbone, and valley between your breasts. always holds your drink for you and waits for you outside the bathroom. never lets you leave alone. if he's not with you dancing, he makes sure a mutual friend is or he's close by. likes swapping alcohol when making out.
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she start on my farleigh til i saltburn
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I want them both
this is fucking nuts
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I once again lurked into the depths of Pinterest for tbitb content and thought I'd report back that I think this behind the scenes photo is really cute
Look at all these dorks (affectionate) (I love them)
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` ÖŽ ê« Û« âč D.HUME àŁȘ Ë VICTORY BLISS.
ïč MOVIE/FANDOM â THE BOYS IN THE BOAT ïč
PAIRING â don hume x fem!reader.
CATEGORIESÂ â fluff!, lil bit of angst- drama for no reason.. for the plot HAHA, shy!don, slight ooc with the boys, don going through it, the reader is lovely i swear, the guys being the #1 supporters of don, bobby being his #1 protector, sassy!bobby, bobbyâs kinda mean in this but he means well i swear!
WORD COUNT â 4,613 (fun!)
star left a message! this was actually my first draft i had of don and i finally came around to finishing it! this came out much longer than i expected but i hope you enjoy~!
đđđ. don finally garners the courage to ask out the girl he's had his eyes on since the beginning of the semester.
"don! hey! so how you gon' celebrate?" bobby calls, jogging up next to him. the faint sounds of the other guysâ voices behind them, they had just come back from germany and all still high from the victory bliss. don had just gotten over a horrible fever, thanks to the guys he didn't think he'd be able to rowâ and be there when winning gold. now that it's over, they want to celebrate as much as they can, take advantage of a golden opportunity.
"er, not sureâ sleep it off maybe." don utters, stuffing his hands in his pockets as they walk further onto campusâ towards their dorms, completely exhausted from traveling. the fact that they won olympic gold hadn't hit him yet and with their victory banquet in a few days time, maybe it would hit him then. the shorter man scoffs jumping in front of the taller, stopping him abruptly in his tracks.
"oh come on don, you gotta celebrate! you know soon enough girls are gonna be at your feet." bobby attests, arms flailing about in attempt to prove his point. don finds it almost comedic at how desperately bobby is trying to get through him, trying to hold back his laughâ he lets out "so?"
bobby squints his eyes looking a don incredulously "so? this time right now is your best shotâ its now or never."
don could hardly speak to anyone, let alone girlsâ it became what he was known for. he didn't hate it because it was true, there was no room to deny itâ it was just easier to manage, less to worry about but he could see where bobby was getting at, finally the narrative of seizing the moment getting through his thick skull after the many attempts of the team encouraging him to talk to girls more, so maybe this was it.
âi-iâll think about it.â don nods, almost unsure of himself, he wasn't sure if he was saying it to satisfy his friend or to give himself some sort of encouragement. digging his hands deeper into his pants pockets. bobbyâs face softens and he gives the taller male an optimistic smile, patting him encouragingly on his arm before joining the rest of the group. don heaves a sigh before continuing â his thoughts weigh his options for the rest of his walk to the dorms.
don mulls over what do over the course of a few days, with their banquet in a few days he knew had to do something soon. he had many ideas but one just kept coming back to him so he is putting all his chips in on this, hoping he doesnât crash and burn.
don was nervous, he tossed and turned in bed just thinking about this. his heart beating loudly in his ears and almost out of his chestâ he was sure people in the common room could hear it. he looks down at his feet, counting his steps as he approaches your tableâtrying not vomit from how on edge he was feeling. the words from bobby echoing in his head "this time is your best shotâits now or never."
taking a deep breath, he takes his gaze from his shoes to you. words couldn't describe how you looked, the sunlight peering through the window reflecting beautifully on your features making you look ethereal. he was enamored.
you were in the same physics lecture, you always sat two rows in front of him. he would catch himself drifting his eyes to the back of you head when the lecture got boring or when you turned to talk to your classmate, showing him your pretty side profile. he knew he was infatuated when you were paired during a lab and while don barely spokeâ not even introducing himself. you were polite, nice and smart, a perfect trifecta. you always knew what to say and was so patient with him when you had asked him something and he didnât respond right away. most times when he wouldnât respond, people would get impatient or just brush him off; ignoring him completely. it was nice for someone to treat him with respect besides the guys on crew for a change.
breaking from his reverie, he realizes heâs stood before your table longer than he initially wanted to and yet you still havenât noticed, to absorbed in your studies. don almost feels bad for interrupting and the thought of him just walking away and trying again some other dayâ or never crosses his mind but before he can even make up his mind, you finally notice.
"don! hi!" a soft smile peering at your lips as you stop writing, looking up at him. don's eyebrows jump in surprise, taken aback that you know him. a lump forms in his throat unsure what to say, awkwardly avoiding your gaze.
"yo-you know me?" letting his thoughts continue the conversation. he watches as you laugh- shaking your head for a moment before collecting yourself.
"it's hard to not know the stroke that won us a gold medal." you respond, voice laced with praise.
dons hand shoots up to the nape of his neck, flustered. "well i wouldn't say it was just me, it was all of us." he immediately denies, a faint blush glowing on his cheeks.
âi must give credit where itâs do, i mean you guys mustâve been amazing! well from what i heard on the radio at least.â you boast. his heart swells with pride hearing you sound so elated with how well they didâ how well he did, in berlin. he felt his heart swell as you told him. his mouth runs dry as he tries to find the right words to continue the conversation and he kind of kicks himself for letting silence fall between the two of you. you speak up insisting you join him at your table, closing your books and putting them aside. he sits across from you, taking in your features that he thought about from time to time when he was away. you scoot you chair further in, knocking your foot against his, a shock coursing through himâ no has ever made him feel this way.
âtell me about berlin, i heard you were feeling under the weather over there.â you start, quirking your head in curiosity awaiting his response. clearing his throat, don gathers his words.
âuhâ yeah, it was an otherworldly experience. i never been out of country, out of state even but it was definitely different. an experience i would never forgetâ you can see his face brighten from talking about it, he speaks so descriptively about his time there it feel like you were there with him. âi was sick with some kind of bug. it was a grueling few days but was worth it after winning. it was amazing! i would do it all again if i had to.â you offhandedly realize that this was probably the most youâve ever heard him speak and you find him so endearing as he spoke, he was so expressive when he was talking about something he was so passionate about and you loved it. you watch as he goes on about the olympics and the number of athletes he saw compete, you head rests on your hand watching him with attentive eyes letting him continue with his ventures.
minutes pass from dons tales and he realizes that he got lost in speaking about the olympics and droned on and on about it , he felt selfish for taking such time to talk about the most trivial of thingsâ or so he thought.
â'm so sorry, i mustâve talked your ear off.â don cuts in the middle of a story he was telling, as he realized what he was doing. feeling guilty as he casts his eyes to his hands, falling quiet again. what he doesn't see is the small frown that casts on your face, your heart pangs at the thought of him thinking that what he was talking about wasnât important, looking so dejected. a moment passes as he fiddles with his hands then he sees your hand coming into view clasping his. he raised his gaze and he sees you looking at him with a comforting smile smile.
âitâs okay, i like hearing your voice. i could listen to you talk all dayâ the compliment was simple but made his heart skip a beat. itâs now or never don gulps, his calloused hand encasing yours, giving your hand a gentle squeeze, you can tell he has something on his mind and he could take all the time in the world to say it and you would wait. âwould you want to come to the victory banquet with me? it's in a few days.â his voice is timid and small, if the room was any louder you wouldnât be able to hear what he said.
you face brightens at his proposal, accepting without a moment passing âi would love to.â
the next few days passes with a blur as don and the rest of the team were whisked away to do interviews and photoshoots on their ground breaking win. it all happened so fast and before they knew it; it was already the night of the banquet.
you had promised don youâd meet outside of your dormitory so you could walk together to the hall. he gets there a bit earlier than you were promised to meet, he was nervousâ maybe that being the reason he didn't want to be late and have you waiting outside for him. a cool summer breeze passing through as he leans against the brick ledge accenting the dorm building, soon moments turn into minutes and it crosses don's mind that you might have stood him up.
the thought makes him feel hopeless, pulling up his sleeve to reveal his art deco watch- a gift from coach ulbrickson, it was 6:40. 10 minutes had passed since your agreed meeting time. soon 10 turns into 20, he wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt but you made him feel like a foolâ embarrassed that he stood outside of the girls dormitory looking like some kind of perv. he rubs the back of his neck in frustration as he pushes himself off the brick wall, ready to leave. a part of him wants to waitâ the part of him that hopes you lost track of time and were rushing out to him but to no avail. even in the moment more he waits, he ends up leaving with his heart heavy and pride wounded.
he thought you weren't like the rest. he was so sure you were different from the people who gave him odd looks or comments on how quiet he was. it makes him wonder if you even meant anything in the library that day, weighing heavy on his mind as he walks to the banquet, alone and dejected.
don was acting quieter than usual.
which, for anyone who wasn't close with don wouldn't have noticed but the guys on crewâ who he spent almost everyday with, noticed. it was abundantly clear as they sat around the table at the banquet enjoying their dinner. usually don would laugh along with the jokes being made, react to when someone was telling a storyâ it was a small tells that he was having a good time but there was none of that. he sat in his seatâ eyes casted down on his plate, pushing around his peas. there was something obviously on his mind; the guys could tell. they pass knowing glances around each other, unanimously decided they just had to know what was wrong.
"hey don, you okay?" joe speaks up besides don. he has a blank stare down his plate, lost in his thoughts not paying attention to the current conversation at hand. "don?" joe calls again, nudging his arm against don's, snapping him from his reverie. looking over at joe like a deer caught in headlights.
"i said are you okay?" joe repeats himself, his mates looking at him with concerning gazes awaiting his answer.
"hm, yeahâ 'm fine." don lamented, sounding like he was more trying to convince himself rather than his friends. they had wondered where he was before the banquet started and didn't see him until the dinner. bobby raises his worry for don, the other boys agreeing. don continues to deny but they weren't going to let it go. he should be enjoying winning gold at the olympics, something never done before in UW historyâ they didn't want whatever was on his mind to hinder that.
"come on don, you can trust usâ whatever it is we'll understand, even give you advice if you need." roger speaks up this time, his voice laced with comfort. as much as the guys teased and joked, they truly cared about each otherâ after all the hardships they went through together, they stuck close. the quieter male was heavy with emotion and with a lot of his mind. he confines in them, a reluctant sigh passing through him as he tells themâ he wonders what went through your head the day he spoke to you and the days leading up to tonight. he was excited to see you again, talk to you, get to know you even better but it was all thrown out the window when you flaked on him. don tries to not miss any details and by the end of his explanation, the boys were feeling a mix of emotions. some felt bad that don went through all thatâ going out of his element to ask out a girl he was interested in and other were upset that you'd have the balls to stand up someone with the purest intentions. it's hard to dislike someone who you've never met but after hearing what was weighing heavy on don's mind, bobby had made up his mind that he didn't like you. though he would never tell don but if he were to ever come across you, he'd be sure to give you a piece of his mind.
don doesn't see you as the days pass.
he continued to wonder how you were, what you could be going through. he couldn't bare the thought of something bad happening to you and as much as the guys tried to steer him away; his mind always came back to you. practice helps him take his mind of you for a few hours, he knew better than to slip up during their practicesâ their tireless efforts to get better never ceasing even after their win.
it was around evening time when practice ends. theyâre tired; mentally and physicallyâ itâs been a rough week in general. the last thing don expects is you standing at the entrance of the shell house, rocking on your heels. don stops dead in his tracks, his jaw slacks and heart drops. he doesn't notice bobby almost bumping into his whilst walking closely to catch up to him.
huffing, bobby was about to ask him what was the matter when he follows the line of sight of his friend, before either two of them could say anythingâ bobby is trudging towards you, don just letting him go, still shocked.
"are you y/n?" a man with cloudy blue eyes glares at you, he stands square; inches away from you. his presence intimidates youâ you glower under his gaze unable to stand your ground. you can barely speak up against him.
"y-yes, is don around?" your eyes wander behind him and you see don standing a few feet back. you try to move around the man in front of you but he stops you.
"who the hell do you think you are huh?" he accuses, leaving no room for you to respond as he begins again "you charmed don and lead him onâ you made him get his hopes up! you know i'm the one that encouraged him to take advantage of this *pure winners bliss* but you just had to come around and screw it up huh? made his biggest fear come true and for whatâ? to make don the laughing stock for your friends? he had the best intentions you know, all he wanted was for you to give him a chance and it was just flushed down the drain!â the man was fuming, unable to keep his voice level as his emotions got the best of him. soon the guys who were still getting dressed peeked out to see what all the commotion was about. a heavy silence falls between the two of you, tensions high. you feel small in front of him as he berated you about what happened with don. your eyes cast down, wringing your fingers as you tried to compose yourself.
don heard everything, watched as bobby yelled at you for everyone to hearâ he should've stopped him, stopped him from even approaching you in the first place but he couldn't, he froze in his spot the second he saw you, he felt *awful*â what happened a few days ago on the back burner. it wasn't until it was over don suddenly gained feeling in his legs again. he hadn't felt this nervous since their race in the olympics. as he nears the two of you he hears you speak up. voice small and meek.
"i deserved that."
their coxswain huffsâ brows furrowed âyou know what you donât deserve? his forgiveness becauseââ
âthatâs enough bobby.â don rests his hand on his friends shoulder, motioning for him to go. bobby was hesitant but reluctantly, he leaves but not before giving you another glare. that leaves you with don, the resting frown on his face as he looks at youâ you avoid his eyes, sheepish and feeling embarrassed for what happened. you didn't even know how to begin, you weren't sure if he would even listen to you, give you the time of day but you wouldn't know unless you tried.
âdon iââ
âletâs take a walk hm?â he starts past you before you have a chance to reply, following after him as he walks down the port. thereâs knots piling in his stomach as he walked ahead, his fists balled so tight in his pockets they began to feel numb, he had no idea how to go about this. he wasnât even sure if he was ready to forgive youâ but after seeing you get yelled at and berated by bobby, something inside him felt off. he couldnât stay mad at you forever, the least he could do is hear you out.
the water splashing against the wooden beams of the deck fills the silence as don stops at the end, his back facing you. hands stuffed in his pockets and heart heavy. he didnât say anything as moments pass so you take it as your cue to speak.
âdon⊠i know i have no place in apologizing but iâm sorry and i understand if you never want to talk to me or forgive me for what i didâ you pause for moment, watching his backâ waiting for him to say something but youâre met with silence so you continue.
âi-i really wanted to go with you, i did! i was looking forward to it all week⊠i had a dressed picked out and everything! but when the day cameâ" you fault for a moment, your hands fiddling with your sleeves. eyes cast down "m-my parents called and my sister got into an accident⊠i went home for a couple of days and the whole time i was there; i just felt horrible for leaving you, and knowing how much i hurt you. i would make it up to you any way i can if you let meâŠâ
the silence was deafening, you try your best from losing composure and crying on the spot. overcome with emotionâ the silence was killing you as you waited for don to say something, anythingâ he could tell you he didnât want to see you ever again and that would be enough for you.
"is your sister alright?" you let out a sound of surprise when he asked, doe eyes looking at him. heâs turned around nowâ the sun setting a glow that illuminates against his figure. you eyes focus on his face, nose slightly red from the cold.
"yes, she's perfectly fine now." you nod, wringing your hands. tears threatening to spill as you look at him.
don turns to look at you with a mix of emotions, his eyes filled with hurt and longing. you can see the conflict in his expression as he tries to process what you've said. after a moment of silence, he takes a step closer to you, closing the distance between you.
âyou really hurt me you know.â he utters, voice fragile.
âyes and i would do anything to remedy thatââ youâre desperate for his forgiveness, your voice sounding aspirated as you tell him. youâd go to the ends of the earth just for him to forgive you.
âand yet no matter how much i felt hurt by you, i couldnât get you out of my mind.â he confesses, his voice soft and vulnerable. "i was angry and disappointed, but deep down, i still cared about you."
tears well up in your eyes as you listen to his words. the weight of the misunderstandings and missed opportunities of that day feels heavy on your shoulders. you reach out and gently take don's hands in yours, holding them tightly.
"i'm so sorry, don," you whisper, your voice filled with remorse. "i never meant to hurt you, i shouldâve told you somehow⊠iâve never regretted anything more in my life.â
don's grip on your hands tightens as the other dabs at the tears that fallen on your cheeks, his gaze never leaving yours.âiâve never felt this way about anyone y/n, i hope you realize. you plague my mind day and night, these past few days where i was supposed to be upset with you; i was worrying if something bad happened, how you were feeling, what you were thinking.â he confesses, sorrow and regret lacing his voice âi thought what happened that day would make me loathe and resent you for hurting me⊠but i could never hate you, i canât let what happened define our relationship.â
you look up at him with a glimmer of hope. you watch as he takes a deep breath, standing ever so closely.
âi want us to start again.â dons eyes shine a soft amber as he looks down at you, the sun encasing his features with a soft glow. illuminating the freckles that litter his face; imitating a galaxy of stars. heâs a dream come true.
a smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you feel a sense of relief wash over you. his expression softens as he sees the smile heâs come to adore so much, the tension that had been building between you starts to dissipate, replaced by a sense of hope and comfort.
âi promise, i will never hurt you like that ever again.â you say, your voice filled with earnest. don feels as if hes back in the common room with you, talking to you for the first time. heâs lovestruck and there was nothing that could happen that would get rid of it. heâs sure youâll never do anything to break his trust again, your devotion now so clear to him.
âi know.â a crooked grin plastered on his lips, his arms wrapping around you in a soft but tight embrace. as if he were to let go youâd be gone again. he felt content, all the stresses from the week leaving him as heâs in your arms. a feeling he will never tire of.
âso how should we properly start again?â you breathed, your face incredibly close to dons. a soft flush crawling on your neck as you flicker from his lips to his eyes, him doing the same. it feels as if time stops as you share this moment together, drawing closer until your lips touch. the kiss is slow and tenderâ moving slowly as he relished on the way your lips feel on his. theyâre soft and plush, fitting perfectly against his, like a breath of fresh air. he thought about what it would feel like to kiss you but nothing could compare his thoughts to the real thing. it was just you and him. his his hands rest against on your hips pulling you flush against him, your arms around his neck as he slightly dips you back. passion growing ever so slowly as he continues to kiss you, his kisses becoming more heated, the addictive feeling of your lips on his. he couldnât get enough of you.
you break away from him reluctantly, mirrored heavy breaths as you look at each other with affectionate gazes. he clears his throat, composing himself. he pushes your hips back to create space between you. trying to fight the nerving urge to kiss you again as he looked at your rose tinted lips.
âi propose we properly take advantage of this winners bliss everyone keeps talking about.â a giggle escapes you as you embrace him again, this time he twirls you, in your own little worldâhappy with a profound adoration for each other. the sun setting behind you, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink.
the fact they won gold really hitting him now, considering he had a win of his own.
bonus.
âbobby! what could i do for you?â your brows jump in surprise as you look up from the book youâre reading, you had thought it was don since the spot you were in wasnât as well known, the last person you expected to see was bobby.
âi just wanted to apologize about what happened⊠a week ago.â he trails off, looking sheepish in front of you. a stark contrast to the man that defended his friend so willingly against you.
âdid don send you here?â you tease, a playful smile on your lips. bobby huffs, denying immediately. no, don did not send him to apologize. he came on his own accord, after what happened that evening. don was lovesick the moment he entered the dorms and bobby felt terrible for what he had did, even if he thought you deserved it at the time. he knows now that you make his friend happy and thatâs all he cared about.
âdonât worry bobby, i forgive you. i needed that berating, i deserved it. youâre a really good friend to don you know.â you state matter-a-factly. looking at him with appreciation, bobbyâs chest puffs at your praise. he crosses his arms over his chest, proud.
âoh i know, i was the one who encouraged him to go for it remember?â you laugh, nodding.
you guess you have bobby to thank for this, you'd have to mention this to don later... speaking of you'd have to tell you're friends about your new lover... speaking of friends:
âhey youâre not seeing anyone by chance?â you suddenly ask, bobby faltersâtaken aback from your question.
âuh, no. why?â he responded, his head quirking in curiosity from the sudden and a bit uncalled for question.
âno reason, i just feel like a friend of mine would really like you.â you shrug, returning to your book. bobby takes the book from your hands, resting it on the table.
he takes a seat across from you, his hands laced together. as if in a business meeting âsay no more, whatâs her name?â
heâs all in.
(this is how you and bobby became bffs btw.)
stars ending-ment! i honestly love how this came out and omg is this a segway to a bobby fic????? who knows... it could be hehe. (lmk if you guys would want that lol)
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the sickly white boy from that boat movie and his social anxiety has captivated me
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farleigh start x reader
â wanted to challenge myself, since i'm used to only writing for ocs. i thought it'd be fun doing something different with a preexisting character and self insert :]
it was difficult being felix catton's best friend. much less, his younger best friend.. which, happened to only be by a year, by the way.
despite this fact, he treated you like a child. as if he was an overprotective college brother, holding control over his high-school sister. except, you both attended college. the. same. one. you were schoolmates, for gods sake.
there was a set of unspoken rules felix expected you to follow. with you both attending oxford, it only made it that much easier for him to watch you.
you could be friends with his friends, but not too close with the guys. you couldn't hook up at parties if he was there. he would make a scene, and bust the poor guys ass. it was aggravating. you were grown, desperate to explore college hookup culture with an itch that needed scratching, and despite how annoying he was, he was sweet. you couldn't just snap at him. just imagining him looking like a kicked puppy enough to scar you for years. and, he did he mean well, really. his execution just sucked.
you took a drag from the joint that hung lazily between your fingers, inhaling the smoke that escaped from your lips. loud music, muffled due to the barrier of doors separating you from the party inside, caused the large house to vibrate. it was late, and the summer air had cooled into a refreshing breeze. something you needed desperately, having felt suffocated from the hot, sweaty bodies that trapped you in.
the door opened and closed, slamming shut with forcefulness that demanded attention. you turned, looking up curiously at the person who interrupted your pity party. there farleigh start stood, in all his 6'5 glory. he quirked a thick eyebrow at you and took a seat next to you on the step, leaning back with a sort of lazy confidence that caused your lips to twitch.
"well, look who it is," the boy drawled sarcastically. "little (L/N)."
"shutup," you groaned, giving him a glare when he plucked the joint from your fingers.
he took a drag himself, playfully blowing the smoke in your face. it was always difficult, with farleigh. you never really knew if he was playing around, teasing, or genuinely being mean-spirited sometimes.
"i'm finding it difficult to understand why the hell you're out there, when the party is in there."
you didn't respond, still pouting over the joint. his lips quirked into an amused grin, and he held it back out to you.
"what? will felix crucify you for joking back or something?"
"ha ha ha." you responded dryly, snatching the joint back. you took one last drag before putting it out, slipping it back in the little case you carried around. "i'm just having a bad night, and i'm not in the mood for your bullying."
"what's up?" he was still leaning back on his elbows, but when you looked at him - really looked at him, you could see a twinkle of concern in his pretty brown eyes. you swallowed, feeling annoyed. pulling your knees towards your chest, you rested your elbow upon them and your head in a hand. "it's embarrassing."
"oh, come on. i'm not going to make it a big deal." you shot him a suspicious look, and farleigh held his hands up in surrender.
"just..it's annoying. not being able to date, and stuff. felix is really overprotective, and it's annoying. and of course, everyone listens to the tall golden boy."
"i see," farleigh tsked. "so, you need to fuck, but felix is preventing that."
you turned your body so you could smack at him, causing him to laugh and grab your wrists. "way to be blunt, dude," you hissed, cheeks red with embarrassment.
"c'mon, it's nothing to be shy about. sex is perfectly natural." your eyes flickered down to his large hands, which swallowed up your wrists. you took a shaky deep breath, but made no move to pull away.
"why am i even having this conversation with y-"
"i can help."
you blinked. "huh?"
"i said, i can help. i'll fuck you. luckily for you, i happen to be the only guy in this preppy ass school who isn't afraid of felix."
you stared at him in surprise, and he simply raised his eyebrows at you, an amused smirk on his lips. "well? you can say no."
"..fine."
you remembered every detail from that night. from the way you felt eyes burning into your back as you and farleigh kissed hungrily, almost devouring each other. from the way the feeling of being watched intensified as you and him left to his room - or, more so, how he dragged you along, and you struggled to keep up. everything was clear in your mind from the moment your lips locked once more in the privacy of his room, the way his hands eagerly but gently undressed you, to after, when you tell asleep on his chest.
that's why, it was difficult for you to understand why he was denying anything had happened. you remembered him saying he wasn't afraid of felix, so, why?
you had woke to pure chaos, alone in farleigh's bed. you rushed to your room to get dressed before heading downstairs, tired eyes falling onto a pissed off felix, and annoyed farleigh. oliver sat quietly, his icy eyes observing the two quietly.
"what the fuck is going on?" you huffed out, almost jumping when felix turned to face you.
"did you and farleigh fuck?"
"w-what? excuse me?"
"oliver said you did. he saw you two leaving together and making out."
you stared in disbelief.
"yes." you said finally, crossing your arms over your chest.
"oliver is a lying, delusional little bastard." farleigh spat, and you shot him a hurt glare.
"yeah, i find it hard to believe you can't keep it in your pants, far," felix shot back, sarcastically.
"i wouldn't fuck her if we were the last two people on earth, felix."
that did it. your face stung with anger, hot and red, your eyes burning with tears. the room was quiet and still, and the irritated furrow in farleigh's brows dropped. he knew he went too far.
"you know what - this is bullshit. im a grown ass woman. so, believe what you want, but i can have sex with whoever the hell i want. you don't own me, and you can't protect me forever."
jaw clenched, you turned on your heel and stormed upstairs, slamming your room door. the old estate shook, but all you could do was throw yourself in bed, and scream into your pillow.
you stayed holed up in your room all day. meals were brought to you, courtesy of duncan and you guessed, venetia, who felt bad and requested it. you only opened your curtains to smoke by the window, attempting to avoid the three as much as possible. you knew you wouldn't be able to stay in there forever, but you needed to calm down. to breathe. you didn't go out to seek them, and they left you alone as well.
it was late when you heard a knock on your room door, and you peeked over the pillow that you buried your face in. you were restless, eyes swollen from crying. how ironic was it that you visited saltburn to celebrate another successful year, to get away from the stress of school, and let go; but, yet, you were more stressed than the exams and studying could have possibly made you.
you didn't answer to whoever was at the door, instead turning away. regardless, whoever it was decided to let themselves in, and you sat up angrily, eyes locking with farleigh's.
"what do you want?"
"i was worried about you."
"great. you see that i'm very much alive, so... bye."
his eyebrows twitched with annoyance, but, surprisingly, he didn't make a snide mark in return. he took a seat next to you, his large body taking up most of the space in your little bed. you scooted away, as if you had been burned, curling into yourself and leaning against the headboard. neither of you said anything. you stared, and he fidgeted with the bracelet that hung loosely on his wrist.
"i thought you weren't afraid of felix." you spoke, your voice cold. he looked up, peeking over at you from beneath his lashes. you suddenly felt angry again. why did he have to be so pretty? and why did he have to look so.. vulnerable?
"i'm not afraid of him. but i'm afraid of losing him." you said nothing. you supposed that was fair.
"but," he continued, his deep voice raspy from yelling earlier. "i should've stood up to him. lets face it, you're an adult. i am, too. plus, oliver is a nosy little shitstarter." you hid your amused smile in your knees.
"you know, i wasn't even all that angry with you. i was hurt. felix and oliver? i was pissed. but, it's just, like.." you took a deep breath when farleigh looked at you, and outstretched your legs.
your hands shook ever so slightly, but you rested them under the backs of your knees. "i really like you. you're always so catty, and sometimes really mean. but i still like you and i don't know why. i mean, i know why," you scratched your cheek awkwardly, your face burning. you avoided looking at him. "i was really happy when you made a move on me last night. but i don't know, when you said what you did today, i felt scared that you just wanted that to be a one time thing."
"baby, i purposely went looking for you," he responded, just as blunt as ever. but, he was gentle. soft. he gingerly gripped your ankles and pulled you closer to him until your butt was flush against his thigh, and propped your legs over his lap. his large hands rested on your legs, rubbing circles into your skin. "it's hard for me to commit, and shit. you've known me for a while, so you know that." you simply hummed. "but, i want to apologize for being a major dick, and make it up to you."
you felt dizzy. sick, almost. resting your head on his broad shoulder, you peered up at him, taking in his pretty features. how annoyingly clear and smooth his skin was, how his lips were naturally pouty.
"and how do you intend to do that?"
"fuck, i'm not a date person, but-" you gave him a look. he swallowed, and gave you a lopsided grin in return. "butttt, i would like to take you out. okay?"
"i thought you were supposed to be making it up to me."
"yeah?"
you looked at him expectantly, and his head fell back into the wall behind him. groaning softly, he closed his eyes, his smile widening. "god, okay. please?"
"please what?"
"please, go out with me."
you hummed, pretending to think, and plucked faux lint from his shirt. he narrowed his eyes at you, squeezing your calves roughly. "c'mon."
"okay, okay. i guess i could, since i'm free and all."
"you'd be free, anyway. i'd have you make time for me."
with a toothy grin, you scooted closer and closer until you could throw yourself over your lap, pressing a brief kiss to his lips. his hands found their rightful place on your hips, before slipping down to grip your ass.
"farleigh start, you are spoiled."
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tell me why iâm still obsessed with saltburn and the last time i watched it was november.
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