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someone just commented ‘I hope the Muses keep giving you inspiration for your writing, posted or not, and that Life treats you well’ on one of my fics, and its quite literally gotten me all teary-eyed

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a quiet I keep on keeping

A fluffy scenario that I haven’t been able to get out of my head these past few days. Can be read as either romantic or platonic!

An empty laundry basket clatters to the floor as you swing your leg through the ground-floor window, the sound of plastic on tile impossibly loud in the stifling quiet of Barton after midnight. The sound makes you wince, Angus' wide, panicked eyes meeting yours as you both freeze into place — the toes of your left foot just barely meeting the solid floor while your right leg is still hanging out in the cold. A minute passes. Then two. When your clamorous entrance appears not to have woken anyone up, Angus visibly relaxes — shoulders dropping from where they'd been pulled up to his ears. You move to fully step indoors, Angus' warm hands steadying you as you do.

“Sorry about that,” you whisper sheepishly once you're safely inside.

Angus shrugs, “It should be fine, there's only three of us in the building, anyway. Well, four, now. It's pretty unlikely that they heard all of that”.

“This place must get pretty lonely, huh? No wonder you've been dropping by my work so often”.

Angus pointedly moves to shut the window, making sure to keep it open just a smidge, so that the two of you will be able to pry it open when you have to climb out again come morning. He leans against the window frame, pointedly ignoring your question.

“Aw, come on, Angus,” you tease, “It's not like I don't like having you around. You're good company. Leagues more fun than all the grumpy old folks who drop by every day to complain about the speed at which I scan groceries”.

You manage to make him crack a smile, his mussed up curls falling over his brow bone as he ducks your gaze. He huffs out a laugh, clearly attempting to dismiss you.

“It's true! I wouldn't be breaking into an all-boys private school in the middle of winter break if I didn't think so,” you defend yourself.

“I don't think it's really breaking in if you're climbing through a window that's already open. It's more trespassing, I'd say,” he cheekily remarks.

You swat at him with the long sleeves of your sweater — Angus' sweater, really — making him bark out a laugh before he manages to snatch your hands in his larger ones. Both of you pausing again when you notice how loud you're being. You smile up at him bashfully, taking in the way he always just looks softer like this — sleepy at the end of another long day. The crinkle around his eyes, the soft white shirt hugging his shoulders, the ways his lips curve up in the gentlest of smiles.

Angus leans toward you, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, his hand coming up to cradle the back of your head as he does. He pulls you towards him, your hands naturally reaching out to wind around his frame.

“I'm guessing you've had quite the day, huh?” you whisper.

You feel him nod above you, his cheek resting atop your head. You breathe in the warm, laundry detergent and cigarettes smell of him, already feeling drowsy on your feet.

“Wanna tell me about it while we cuddle?” you mumble into his shirt.

“Sure,” Angus says, “C'mon, but no more kicking over laundry baskets on the way there, okay?”

You halfheartedly slap at his chest, “I'll sincerely try my hardest”.

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"Felix is so babygirl" "Felix is so princess coded" "Felix is the perfect damsel" like....yes but have u considered that Felix is also "those lollipops with the bugs inside" coded?? Felix is cherry red candy cough syrup. He's how it feels to wear cashmere with nothing underneath. He's bubblegum heaven. Paradise pervert. I love him sm.

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When Felix and Oliver were doing eeny meeny to see who Felix was going to take home that night and they were sitting sooo close to each other and had clearly been in their own little bubble together all night practically in each other's laps....I feel like they were both getting off. like Oliver was getting off imagining Felix fucking and Felix was getting off on knowing he was putting those thoughts of him in Oliver's head. I don't get people who say Felix had no interest in Oliver. He was constantly playing those little erotic mind games and trying to toe the line between friends and boyfriends with Ollie and no one can change my mind lol

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i'm thinking about being in a trouple with felix and oliver again, and specifically the concept of the quiet possession you'd have of one another. for selfish reasons i'd imagine being married to felix, which'd mean that the two of you would have matching wedding rings as a symbol of your relationship. but of course, oliver would never pass on an opportunity to present his claim on you and felix — even if your place in polite society means that you cannot simply wear a ring from oliver too.

i think that, in an ideal world, he'd like to collar you. something thick and leather, absolutely impossible to ignore, his name engraved on a golden tag like you and felix were his obedient puppies.

most likely, he'd have to settle for necklaces. a long dainty golden chain for you, perhaps even with a discreet pendant that'd have his name engraved on the back — hidden from onlooker's eyes as it'd dangle on your chest. for felix, he'd probably pick out something shorter in length. thicker gold links like a band around his neck, just enough lenience to not be constricting. (if he was feeling excessively possessive, he might add a dog tag-style pendant too, just to make felix feel properly owned)

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SALTBURN (dir. Emerald Fennell, 2023)

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drop this sunflower 🌻 into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy! lets spread a little sunshine ☀️

aww that's so sweet! thank you ❤️

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Hey, this is very random, but as a non follower who was just scrolling through the saltburn tag i really appreciate that you use readmores. Just very much appreciated from a rando looking through the tag💖good luck with your writing and blog💖

Hiya! Yeah I try to post at least the more smutty parts of my writing below a readmore, since I know not everyone is comfortable with it/is willing to scroll past a long post that they’re not going to read. I’m glad that that effort is appreciated! Thank you for the kind words!! ♥️

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felix and ollie as lana del rey daddysssssss.. soft reader who is like a little soft bunny and she wants to ask ollie and felix to be rough with her in bed but she doesn’t know how toooo 🥴 JUST IMAGINE HOW MUCH THEY WOULD TEASE HERRRR RAHHHHHHH 💞

no bc dating felix and oliver is so national anthem coded it's crazy.

i'm imagining this with a reader whose family a little more protective, keeping her far away from the more debaucherous parts of aristocratic life. she's never had a fling, never had the chance to properly figure herself out. she's probably known felix her whole life, blushing her way through every brief conversation with him before she's inevitably whisked away by a relative that's concerned about what influence a boy like him could possibly have on a girl like her.

felix is headstrong, though. the fact that he cannot have you just makes winning you over that much sweeter. it takes him months of surreptitious glances, hushed conversations, and touches that could almost pass as accidental — but when you finally kiss him, your strawberry gloss smearing against his lips, it makes his head spin.

it only makes sense that, after all of that, felix is gentle with you, all soft touches and sweet-talk when he finally gets you between his sheets. he knows you hasn't been able to explore much, which is why he does everything in his power not to scare you off.

adding oliver into the mix had been a risk. felix knows you, though. knows what it means when your cheeks blush pretty pink, and your eyes keep wandering over to where water droplets from the lake drip down into the waistband of oliver's swimming trunks. felix teases you about it later that night, refusing to let you cum until you finally confess.

'I want oliver to fuck me'

fucking oliver is different than fucking felix. there's a sense of constraint in him — like he could do so much more, but won't. of course you're satisfied, how could you not be, but you cannot help but wonder what it'd be like if he just let loose. if they both did.

you end up drinking an extra glass of wine during dinner for a bit of liquid confidence, so you're a little loose-lipped when the three of you retreat to the safety of your shared room. you're curled up against oliver, your head resting on his chest, as you both not-so-sneakily watch felix undress for bed.

“can you, um- can you be a bit rougher tonight?” you mumble shyly.

“what's that, love? speak up for us,” oliver says, a teasing lilt in his voice that reveals that he knows exactly what you asked.

you squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment, “I wanted to ask if you and felix could be less gentle with me tonight”.

felix slides into bed behind you, spooning you from behind. your two lovers give each other a look, like this is some scenario they've secretly been whispering about behind your back that's finally coming true. the grin on oliver's face makes you painfully aware of the throbbing between your thighs.

“Aww,” felix tuts sarcastically, “is our girl feeling a little needy? Are your daddies not fucking you the way you like?”. his warm hands rub at the soft skin of your waist.

“No,” you quickly protest, “I just- I want a little more”.

oliver's fingers slide into your hair, giving it a tug that makes you gasp. “Alright then, doll,” he says, “we can give you more”.

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it’s Christmas for me rn cuz I’m orthodox and ALL I can think about is ollie and felix fucking u on a Christmas night in a cozy bed 💞 fire works and children screaming cuz of joy and its just u three fucking and sloppy kissing under soft blankets while barbie Christmas carol movie is playing in the background 💞💞💞

i'm sorry i'm so late to this ask but!!! i just about lost my mind thinking about this scenario. anyway it's beneath a read-more because this is uhhh... it's pure smut basically. MDNI!

the kids are all the way at the other end of the house, being tended to by the staff as they run around on their gingerbread induced sugar-highs, playing with their brand-new toys. the holidays were always a busy time for your little family, so it was a delight to be able to retreat to the comfort of your bedroom with oliver and felix for a little bit.

there's a fire burning in the corner of the room, a movie playing softly in the background, and you're sandwiched in between your two favorite boys soaking it all in. you're all nude — because felix gets all fussy when he's not able to touch your skin when you're all in bed together — which makes it oh so easy for hands to wander. it's still too cold in the house to be lounging around nude without beginning to shiver after a few minutes, so you stay beneath the heavy warmth of the covers. a hand that you easily recognize as felix's slides in between your legs, which you obediently spread wide to give him full access, your knee knocking against oliver's thigh. felix rubs you with soft circles until you feel yourself getting wet for him, his fingers lovingly inching lower to slide into you.

you twist your head, oliver's lips catching yours in a sleepy kiss. you moan and pant against him as felix's fingers pump in and out of your pussy. felix leans over you to suck and bite at the exposed skin of your shoulders and collarbones, leaving red marks for him to kiss better.

"she's all ready for you, ollie," he mumbles after a while, retracting his fingers and sucking them clean as he rolls off of you, giving oliver the opportunity to crawl over you to lay in between your still-spread legs. he pecks your lips, giving you a smile that could warm your heart even on the coldest of days. before you know it he's sliding into you, his cock spreading you apart in a way you'll never fully get used to.

"just like that, doll," oliver praises you, his hips grinding to push deeper into you.

"god you two look so fucking good like that," felix moans, brow furrowed as his hand moves over himself beneath the plush blanket, "wish it could be christmas all the damn time. i'd never let you two leave this bed".

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do you guys think ollie smelled felix’s boxers…and like felix would accidentally walk in one time wanting to surprise him but he just sees that and laughs and says “you know if you want the real thing all you have to do is ask ollie”

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I just ….. can’t stop thinking of when oliver first arrived at saltburn and he was seen as this nerdy and weird socially awkward freak …. and then…. after some time there he transformed into this … confident man. imagine oliver letting u and felix live after killing everybody else at saltburn and instead of dancing around the mansion naked he dominates u and felix and does those NASTY THINGS TO U GUYS BUT ITS SO HOT AT THE SAME TIME SO U AND FELIX JUST GO WITH IT !!!!!!!! GOD SAVE ME PLS I NEED THEM BOTH SO BAD ( at the same time )

oh my god yesss!

oliver is such a manipulative little shit that he knows exactly how to get you and felix to his bidding whenever and wherever he wants it. luckily for him, neither you nor felix mind very much. felix especially absolutely glows under the praise he gets from being good.

now that the rest of the family is, uh, gone- the three of you have all of saltburn all to yourselves (whenever you're not throwing ridiculous parties, that is), and oliver makes good use of the freedom it gives you three. there isn't a single room you haven't absolutely defiled together. even henry viii's bed had at some point seen some action. you and felix know better than to protest when oliver asks you to get on your knees for him — it's so much better when you just give in. (although you do like to get bratty every once and again to keep oliver on his toes. he's just so captivating when he's mad).

I bet oliver even keeps you and felix decked out in the prettiest jewelry you two own, and absolutely nothing else, just so he can admire you around the house. he treats you two like you're walking pieces of art — just like the rest of saltburn, you're there only to be admired and to please him.

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Felix from Saltburn is the perfect partner to bring home to meet your parents and then absolutely rail you after dinner and this is a fact

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pt.19281618192 of my obsession with felix oliver and reader poly coupleeee💞💞

SO JUST IMAGINE FELIX AND OLIVER BRAT TAMING READER.

LIKE HEAR ME OUTTTT GURLLL

reader is like super spoiled by felix amd oliver ( as u should material gurl 💋 ) and she doesn’t take ‘ no ‘ for an answer.

one day she’s acting bratty towards felix bcs he doesn’t wanna buy her a new bag ( cuz u got so many queen 🙁 ) she says rude stuff to him and felix gets fed up with it and calls ollie to tell what u said

ur in BIG trouble miss girl.

you and felix get home and oliver is already waiting for u guys in the bedroom

when u enter the bedroom oliver starts by teasing u with asking u questios and was it okay to be so mean to ur daddy no.1 after all the things he buys and does for u

anywhooo..

ur still bratty and start giving sass to oliver too but my man ain’t havin it 😞

daddy no.2 MANHANDLES u on the bed and starts spanking u, while daddy no.1 is preparing other stuff ( belts, toys etc. )

girl.. ur fucked upppppp

literally 💀

GIRLLL I wish I had more time and brain space to write right now because!! this is so hot!!

I literally just came back from watching Priscilla so this is immensely fueled by me swooning when Jacob Elordi asked if is she was ‘going to be a good girl’ 👀

BUT since you’re probably a rich kid like Felix, you’re not used to being told no. So when it does eventually happen, you get super pissy about it; back talking, refusing to join in on activities, pulling away from his touches. And above everything , Felix is a tactile boy — he doesn’t handle not having your affection well AT ALL.

Thank fuck you two have Oliver to fix things — even if his way of fixing things includes your ass being smacked red and a pair of handcuffs tying you to the bed.

“Daddy expected better of you,” Oliver would tell you in between smacks, “are you going to show me how good of a girl you can be for us? Are you going to apologize?”.

You’d be a sobbing mess, eyes teary as you stare at Felix who’s seated on the other side of the room, nursing a drink as he watches Oliver break you. Just as you think he’s going to let up on you (giving you the sweet aftercare you crave so badly) Felix gets up from his seat. You know you’re in big BIG trouble when he grabs the hitachi wand and the pair of fluffy pink handcuffs you’d been given as a gag-gift a few birthdays ago.

You’re about to have a looooong night…

(I might expand on this soon if I remember to!!)

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the way felix is convinced he's living in a romance movie to the extent that he dresses up like juliet. he considers kissing oliver in the maze. he makes himself off limits but not quite with the open door while he's in the bath; he's the damsel of the film, no doubt. but felix's tragedy is that oliver is convinced it's a horror story and a tale of revenge. so he doesn't play his part as romeo. he vomits up the poison so he can't die from "some poison more" and leaves felix to die alone.

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I NEED to add more to your little felix and oliver fantasyyy

so just IMAGNE felix and reader just get THAT comfortable with oliver for him to be there EVERY night while you two are .. yk.. and he joins in sometimes too !!

but one night.. you stayed at the castle while felix and oliver were at a party. oliver got drunk and said something to felix which hurt felix more than it should ( this led to a physical fight between them )

a little later you find out about the fight and you successfully get there and separate them.

now u got two drunk men on both of your shoulders carrying them to your and felixes bedroom.

oliver and felix are still fighting but this time verbally. you get fed up with it and banish them to the couch.

and in the middle of the night you fell something heavy on your sleepy body. you open your eyes just a little bit and you see oliver and felix on top of you. they gag you with something and it just turns into a jealous fuck fest between you two !! ( with a little bit of after care ofc ) 💞

yes yes YES! they love you but GOD does it annoy them when you get in between them while they're squabbling — always trying to be a good little peacekeeper. Maybe they get in a punch or two alongside the snide remarks, Felix's eyebrow piercing bleeding down his face from where Oliver managed to get in a hit. You barely even register the astounded looks on the party guest's faces as you drag your two fully-grown but CHILDISH partners back into the house. Later that night, they turn their frustrations away from each other and onto you, dead-set on teaching you a little lesson on when to have them let at each other.

Of course, they'd still be trying to one-up each other the whole time, still a bit sour from whatever mean words had been said earlier in the night — the cut on Felix's face still stinging from where you cleaned him up earlier. It's overwhelming and intense, but GOD would it be hot to have them bicker over who makes you feel the best.

Of course, they make up not long after — it's hard to be angry at each other after a good orgasm (plus, it's not like they could ever live without one another, or you, for what it's worth)

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offer my hand and I'll take your name

Felix Catton x fem!Reader x Oliver Quick. (AO3)

It's yours and Felix's wedding night. That doesn't withhold you from inviting Oliver to join in on the fun of conceiving an heir.

pwp, breeding, threesome, praise, cum-eating, general filth.

“He’s good at that, isn’t he?” Oliver asks you, his voice calm and collected in the quiet of the bedroom you’re in. You choke on a sob of pleasure as you nod in agreement, feeling the corded muscles of Oliver’s thighs flex from where they are cushioned underneath your head.

Oliver’s deft fingers gently carding through your hair are a stark contrast to Felix’s, which are digging into your waist to stop you from sliding up the bed with each animalistic slap of his hips against yours. Felix’s brand-new wedding band gleams in the flames of the candles dotting the room, a welcome reminder that this is allowed now, that it’s even required of you two — the familiar slide of Felix’s thick cock inside of you unimpeded by a condom for the very first time.

“Our Felix knows exactly how to fuck your little cunny, doesn’t he?” Oliver teases you.

Above you, Felix groans, his sweat-slick skin like molten gold, “Jesus Christ, Ollie”.

Oliver lets out a pleased hum, his fingers giving a tug on your hair. His other hand wanders down your skin, first possessively curling around your throat before lowering to knead at your breasts. Your nipples harden at his attention, arching your back to urge him on.

“Look at how needy she is, Felix,” Oliver goads you, “Our pretty girl’s been begging you for this, huh? She’s been wanting you to breed her for ages, and she’s finally getting what she’s asked for. She should be grateful, hm?”.

You answer him with a desperate moan, eyes rolling back to glance up at Oliver through your eyelashes. His eyes are dark and stormy, his lips bitten red.

“C’mon now, darling, aren’t you gonna thank Felix for fucking you so well?”.

“Thankー oh fuck, thank you, Felix” you moan.

Oliver tuts, a sarcastic little sound that sends a delighted shiver down your spine, “I know you can do better than that”.

Oliver’s hand slides down over your tummy, fingers gliding over your puffy folds before thumbing at your sensitive clit, your slick easing his movements. You were dripping with it, making a mess of your marital bed. Felix’s hips stutter as he watches Oliver’s movements, entranced by the way his fingers slide against you.

“Thank you for breeding me,” you gasp in between moans, “Always so good to me, letting me have — oh god, right there, Oliver — everything I want. For making me your wife”.

Felix grinds his hips, slowing the drag of his cock inside of you. His impossibly large hands slide up, his arm brushing against Oliver’s as he gropes your breasts, looking you right in the eyes as he does, black pupils eclipsing his warm brown eyes.

“Tell me what you need,” Felix demands, looking like a modern-day Greek god as he towers above you and Oliver, his chest heaving from the exertion of fucking you, “Anything you want, you can have it”.

“Want you to fuck me full, Felix,” you moan, clenching around his cock, “want you to give me your babies”. The confession makes you blush, your already reddened cheeks deepening in color.

Felix groans at your words, a guttural sound that makes Oliver’s fingers twitch where they’re furiously rubbing at your clit. Felix readjusts you, tugging on your legs to place them on his shoulders before he leans in, almost folding you in half as he does. Oliver’s hand is squished between your cunt and Felix’s stomach, cramped but never-stilling against your sweat-slick bodies.

He fucks you with a force that makes your toes curl. The heavy press of Felix on top of you paired with the steady presence of Oliver below you is enough to make you feel dizzy. The muscles in your lower stomach clench deliciously, Felix’s cock now pumping into you even deeper than before.

Above you, Oliver has taken advantage of Felix’s new proximity to lick and suck at the taller man’s neck, adding to the smattering of red marks that were already there. Felix preens at the attention, his thrusts quickly growing sloppy.

“Fuck Ollie,” he moans, “I’m really fucking our girl raw. She’s gonna look so pretty with my cum leaking out of her little pussy”.

You sob out another desperate moan, hips twitching from the stimulation you’re receiving from both men. You feel yourself tipping over the edge, your orgasm suddenly so very close.

“There you go darling,” Oliver encourages you, “cum all over your husband’s cock for me”.

Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, punching the air from your lungs as Felix continues to fuck you through it, your walls twitching around him. Oliver’s praise barely registers for you, what with his fingers continuing to rub tight little circles on your pussy. The overstimulation sets in quickly, your hips twitching and whiny noises spilling from your lips.

“God, darling, your pussy is milking me,” Felix gasps, jackhammering into you as he chases his own orgasm.

It doesn’t take much more than that to push him over the edge, Oliver’s wet mouth against the column of Felix’s throat as he unloads inside of you with a drawn-out moan. Oliver’s hand stills its movements, sliding out from in between you and Felix to trail back up your torso. He brings them up to your face, Oliver’s digits shiny with your slick as he prods at your lips, prompting you to open up for him. You do as he wishes, obediently sucking his fingers clean from your own spend as you watch Felix pull away, your legs slipping from his shoulders as he pulls his softening cock out of you.

“Ollie, you should come see this,” Felix speaks reverently, sitting back on his hunches, bottom lip gripped between his teeth as he holds your thighs apart, watching as his cum slowly begins to drip out of your puffy pussy.

Oliver is quick to join him, sliding out from underneath you to join Felix at the foot of the bed. You feel exposed in a way that makes your skin tingle, having these two men stare at your dripping core like it’s the eighth wonder of the world. You throw your arms up to cover your eyes, blocking out the sight of your lovers, while you try your hardest to catch your breath.

When one of them leans in, their hot breath fanning over your cooling skin, you aren’t even sure at first if it’s Oliver or Felix who does it. All you know is that there’s a tongue licking broad strokes against your freshly fucked pussy, cleaning up the mess you and Felix had made. You choke out a shocked moan, lifting your arms to find Oliver crouched between your legs, eyes blissfully closed as he laps away at you. Felix sits next to him, lips parted in silent pleasure as his eyes flicker from Oliver to you, his cock soft but stubbornly twitching in interest.

“Look at our boy licking it all up,” Felix croons, reaching out to pet Oliver’s brown locks, pushing him closer up against your sensitive pussy.

Oliver’s hips gyrate against the plush material of the mattress, moaning against your folds as he licks and sucks at you like a man starved. Your thighs clench around Oliver’s head, a wanton attempt at keeping him close. He brings his fingers up to slide inside of you, pumping them at the same pace that he’s grinding his cock against the bed. Before long, Felix’s filthy praise and Oliver’s tongue and fingers pushed you over the edge a second time — your orgasm the drawn-out, toe-curling, shake-inducing kind that washes over you like a tsunami.

Between your legs, Oliver comes with a muffled shout, his face pressed against the sheets as his hips still their erratic humping.

“You’re both so fucking beautiful,” Felix praises, laying himself down on the bed next to you, an arm thrown lazily over your stomach. Oliver eventually scoots himself up, still breathing heavily, and lays down on the other side of you. His hand rests on your hip, his thumb rubbing soft circles on your skin. You feel calm and satisfied in a way that you know won’t last very long, what with Felix’s cock already back at half-mast next to you paired with the still-hungry look in Oliver’s eyes. You fidget with your wedding ring, feeling its unfamiliar grooves and diamonds with the pad of your fingers.

If this was your first night as Mrs. Catton, you couldn't wait to find out what the rest were going to be like.