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"as long as you still find me desirable, i will be okay." she chuckled and caressed her husband's face. she was incredibly happy and proud that both were about to have child, become parents and simply open this new chapter of their lives. his comment about being an amazing mom melted her heart. she kissed his lips tenderly before whispering: "and you will be an incredible father. i love you, carlos." she pressed her lips now deeper against his, her whole body sticking to his.

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"You'll be even more beautiful than you are now." Carlos said with the barest hint of a smile before leaning in to kiss her. "It's perfect- we're going ot have a little one running around." Truthfully he'd wanted to be a Father long before they got married- it was just like, an instinct. "You're going to be an amazing Mom, you know that?"

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sophie nodded at his comment, wondering if she was now getting the same treatment than any other maid or not. she decided to remain quiet about this and looked at malcolm as he questioned about sleeping on something so soft. "i am afraid i have never, my lord." she admitted humbly, her fingers now delicately caressing the silky sheets. "but it must feel incredibly soft."

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"Of course. I know all the women that serve." Mostly, but he didn't usually take them aside like this. But he wasn't about to confess to that either. "I've noticed." he said before smiling wider- her cheeks were so red he was worried she might combust. "They are very soft. Have you ever slept on something so soft?" he questioned.

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"just a few customers in the desperate need of attention." she smirked as she looked at malcolm and noticed the carriage. "well, let's go before someone sees us." she looked around and gently walked in the direction of his carriage. as she climbed into it, kate smiled at malcolm and just bit her lip. "so where do we go now?"

"I was beginning to think your shift would never be over." Malcolm said lightly, smiling at the other woman. "I have a carriage just over there." he said, pointing. "I'm glad you came."

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it had been a very long afternoon already, confined in this small room full of journalists and attendees, all waiting for the judge to make his decision. cass thorne defended fiercely her client, arguing against the defense with the simple goal of finding the right middle for both parties to agree. it was one of those divorces that were difficult to pronounce. her client, the wife, didn't want to settle for less than what was agreed and accused her husband of cheating. classic.

as it was time for a break, cass simply ready the other reports. it was when mason walker approached her that she looked up at him, hearing his words and nodding at him. "i am aware of that, but this is the only solution for these two to calm down." she commented seriously before adding: "oh but i am willing to spend the night here if i have to. it's not a problem to me." she smirked at his comment before adding: "i am afraid that's where we are going: to a dreadful plead of dear old freddie." she chuckled and slowly stood up to sit against the table and watch mason. "i wouldn't mind if it was just you and me either."

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They had been sitting in the conference room for almost three hours now, discussing the deal, with no end in sight. Both parties agreed on taking a break. And while everyone had left the room to get some fresh air or have a cigarette, Mason stayed at the table, looking at his papers. When he looked up, he saw that Cass Thorne, a lawyer of the adverse party, had also remained inside.

He leaned over, "You know, my client will never accept that. We can go on forever like this, or you go with our demands. I mean, unless you enjoy being stuck in this room for the whole night." He added with the hint of a smirk, "not that I would mind if it was just you and me, but I could really do without hearing Freddie's whiny voice for another three hours."

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"sounds good.. get some sleep too babe. sleep well.." emily smiled at callum before slowly hanging up. she put her phone on the bedside table and hummed as she hid under the blankets, hugging her pillow as if she hugged her man. the more it was, the more important callum became to her life. she knew she wanted to take it slow for their sake, but deep inside, she wanted to imagine a future with him. she slowly fell asleep, getting a deep rest as she just relaxed. the alarm went off around 7:30am. emily woke up and walked in the shower, tooth brushed and put on some decent clothes before making her bed again. she took her phone and texted callum: "good morning, love. i'm up, you can stop by whenever you want." she then made herself a coffee and sat on the balcony of her apartment, taking the first rays of sunshine on her face.

"of course i'm sure." callum smiled in to the camera, emily was slowly becoming a very important part of his life. and he wanted to share every part of his life with her, and his daughter was the biggest part he had. he knew izzy already adored her, and loved having her around. he felt himself getting shy and embarrassed slightly when she said he was a good dad. "well you know, i'm just trying to do my best." he said with a warm smile. "but thank you, that means the world to me." he said and noticed how tired she was getting and looked at the time, he knew he had to try and catch up on some sleep. "get some sleep baby, i'll swing by your place once i've dropped izzy off at school. we are go and grab some breakfast first, and hope that shop has your favourite pastries in." he smiled and gave her a little wink. "night love, sleep well. i'll talk to you in the morning."

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"are you sure?" emily asked again, looking at callum. his words made her cheeks turn slightly pinker as he offered her to read the stories for izzy. "i would definitely love doing that. you know, i really adore your daughter, cal. you do an incredible job raising her. i hope you know that..." she whispered tenderly. the fact that he trusted her enough to read stories to his daughter meant the world to her. by doing this, he was allowing her to be part of his life and izzy's. as he commented about what izzy said, emily laughed. "oh no, that's not true. i refuse to believe this." she chuckled and rubbed her face before then looking at him in the camera. she nodded at his words. "i can't wait to be tomorrow..." she whispered, hearing his comment about just the two of them. "i am happy to have this time alone with you." her smile was warm as her eyelids were now heavy. "i think i'm falling asleep, honey..." she sighed and then rubbed her eyes. "i'll be ready for 8:30am tomorrow... can't wait to see you." she smiled sweetly before blowing a kiss to him. "have a good night, cal... sweet dreams..." she smiled, feeling that the phone was now too heavy for her to hold.

callum wanted things to go further between them, but it was taking time. whether it was because he had his daughter, and a mixture of things. he hadn't dated since his wife, and well it was kind of terrifying to him. he didn't have the confidence he had back in his early 20s. "you won't disturb anything, i know she would love to have you here. she loves how you read stories so maybe -- well maybe you can read her a bedtime story. if you want to." he smiled, it was such a domestic thing to do, but he knew it was a big step and meant the world to him. having her here for the normal day to day things, that was special. their budding romance wasn't all fancy dates and romantic dinners, it was fitting in the cute moments together when they could. he had loved it when she came to visit him at the fire station. "oh yeah all week, she thinks you're much better company than i am, and well she's not wrong." he smiled and wished she was here for him to hold. "i miss you too, bubs. we'll see each other tomorrow though, we don't have to hide holding hands and kissing, no one will be watching. just us."

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°.✨;.⟡* A LIST OF BASIC ™ AF, DOMESTIC PLOTS TO LIVE FOR give me any of these and i’ll love you forever !!

( young ) parents trying to get the hang of parenting – i’m talking insecurities and anxiety about whether they’re doing everything okay, showing their kid off to family and friends, trying to find time for each other in between the baby’s naps… all the cute, fluffy stuff.

“ so… how do you feel about another baby… ? “ au’s

all the marriage and honeymoon threads please –  from planning the big day ( the struggles, the cold feet, the stress ) to saying yes to an unforgettable, hot bc of the tropical climate OF COURSE honeymoon…

single parents falling for the nanny/teacher/children’s doctor…

pregnancy plots are always a good idea – trying for the baby, telling the news to each other and/or relatives/friends, first doctor’s appointment, “ i don’t fit into my favorite jeans anymore, i look like a whale “ vs. “ what are you talking about, you’re beautiful “, “ what if we aren’t good parents ??? “ - scares and insecurities, babyshowers, shopping for baby clothes, going into labor, returning home with the newborn…

first/second/third… birthday party of our child but damn you look so good in that dress, ‘ what do you mean not now, my family’s in the other room ‘, ‘ maybe it’s time to try for another baby…….. ‘ 

mOVING IN TOGETHER THREADS BC ???? WHY NOT ( platonic or romantic, can go so many ways )

something along the lines of ‘life as we know it’ – two people who absolutely hate each other have gotten custody of their mutual best friend’s baby after they passed away in a car accident

fake marriage plots are always a good idea… ( à la jennifer probst’s ‘ marriage to a billionaire ‘ series )

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emily chuckled at his words and nodded. "oh, i will help you." there was nothing more beautiful than the excited smile of a child discovering their surprise. emily always wanted to have children, alas, it seemed that she had chosen the wrong man years ago. with calum, she was willing to take things slow even though she knew deep inside that she could trust him. as he confessed he wished she was there with him, emily blushed. she felt her heart swelling with warmth. as she closed her eyes for a few seconds, the woman imagined that the thick blankets protecting her and covering her were his arms. she hummed before reopening her eyes and looking at him via the camera. "i would love to come for dinner once. of course, i do not want to disturb your night routine with izzy. only when you want, cal. you know me, i understand completely that your daughter is your number one priority." she smiled sweetly before laughing at his words. "all week?" she chuckled and nodded. "yes, we can hold hands under the table." emily never shared a bed with calum before. both taking their time, they were simply at the stage of cuddling, holding hands and sometimes kissing. she smiled at him and whispered: "i miss you.."

callum adored his daughter, this was the first time he was trying to date whilst also having his little girl. it was a whole different ball park compared to when he had met her mom back in college. "well you're more than happy to help me." he smiled, it was taking a long time to get it all finished, but he knew it would be worth it when he saw her face on her birthday. she would be so excited. "she will be happy, there's still a while to go with it, but hopefully i'll get it done for her birthday." he smiled as he watched her, she made his heart pound with excitement, talking to her just made his day. "it's not bold at all, i wish you were here with me. i know it's hard, i was thinking about you come round for dinner one night? izzy would love to see you, she love you coming round the other week for sunday dinner. she talked about it all week. we can act like teenagers and hold each others hands under the table." he smiled, it was hard because he didn't want to be too out there with izzy there. things had to happen slowly.

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emily knew that callum's priority was his daughter. she would always respect it, knowing how important the father/daughter relationship was. looking at him via the phone, she couldn't help but sigh in a dreamy way. she wished she had him holding her in his arms. she longed for him and wanted to spend one night by his side. "well who knows? we will both fall asleep at the same time." she laughed, her features looking quite tired. his plans for the next day were quite tempting. her smile grew fonder. "if i can help you build this castle, please count me in." she smiled and added. "she will be so happy to see this castle once back from school." she paused before whispering: "izzy is very lucky to have a father like you, cal." her tone was genuine as she smiled at the camera. "is it too bold of me to confess that i wish you were right now holding me in your arms?" she laughed and shook her head. "at least you know what are my thoughts when i hang up." she blushed lightly as she lied so comfortable in her bed, almost hidden under the blankets.

callum struggled juggling work and being at home with his daughter, thankfully he always had people in his corner who would look after his daughter when he was working. everyone was right, it took a village. but not he had a few days off, it meant he could be at home and spend it with her. and hopefully with emily. "well now it seems like a challenge." he teased with a smile as he looked at her, wishing she was here. it was hard, because he wanted to keep things normal for izzy, to not spring all of this on her suddenly, so it was a slow progress. emily joining them for dinner now and again, spending the weekends with them when she could. "i've got four days off, so i'd be happy to see you. i can come and get you tomorrow if you want once i've dropped izzy off at school? though i do need to try and finish this princess castle i've started for her birthday or it'll never get done. so if you want to keep my company, i'll be in the garage and the garden most of the time."

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emily's life was never a bubbly one: after falling in love with a man who destroyed her heart, the woman buried herself in her work. the only reason for her to get out of bed in the mornings and at least bringing a smile to her face when she greeted her clients. however, since she met callum, her genuine smile returned, enlightened her features and gave her hope. their calls late at night were what she was the most excited for. that night, the woman laughed and shook her head. "not if i fall back asleep before you." she said, staying under the covers. "how many days off do you have? i will be more than happy to make time for you. i closed the library for the next three days. i need some rest." she chuckled and added. "but definitely down for anything you wish to do!"

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callum had adored getting to know emily, they had met when he took izzy to the library to a reading group and to make new friends. and now every night they were talking over the phone, getting to facetime when his daughter was in bed. "you gotta promise to hang up if i accidentally fall asleep." he teased as he laid on the couch as he talked to her, this was the highlight of his day recently, the two of them talking for hours once they were unwinding from their day. "i'm off my shifts now so i'll have to try and pop in and see you after i've dropped izzy at school."

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kate heard all the beautiful words her husband was whispering to her. she chuckled and closed her eyes as she felt him fucking her deeper, like she was never fucked this way before. her whole body reacted, especially when he encouraged her to come. "fuck baby..." she cried out, feeling her walls clenching wildly around his cock.

her whole body was invaded by spasms as she pulsated her juices and gasped for air. she knew she was looking now like the sluttiest woman one could meet. she loved it. she loved showing to the world how her husband, despite his age, was fucking her like no other man would fuck her properly. he knew what he did, he knew every single part of her body that would make her cum instantly.

"jorah!" kate shouted, her arms barely able to carry the weight of her body. she slowly lowered her belly, almost touching the stone bench, and tried to gather more energy. she took a deep breath, knowing that he was about to fill her with his thick load of cum. "come on baby, i know you want this too.." she smiled, trying to turned her head and look at what he was going to do.

she loved his cock so dearly. she loved how she could make it stand tall and hard for her. she loved how jorah still had the energy of a twenty year old man whenever he fucked her. she loved to be his, loved to be his private whore. for him, she would become again the kate of the tavern. every single night.

"that's it, my stallion... breed your mare." she whispered, looking down at her breasts and crying out as her juices slowly rolled between her legs. she was a whole mess.

Jorah's breath caught at her words, the raw honesty of her desires stoking the fire already burning within him. Her confession about pleasuring herself in the mornings sent a bolt of pure lust through his body, and he made a mental note to remedy that particular situation immediately.

"My beautiful wife," he growled, his thrusts becoming more deliberate, more possessive. "You'll never have to wake alone and wanting again. I'll make sure of that."

He could feel her walls beginning to flutter around him, the telltale signs of her approaching climax making his own control waver. The sight of her magnificent breasts swaying with each powerful thrust, fuller and more sensitive than ever before, was nearly his undoing.

"That's it, love," he commanded, one hand sliding around to cup her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple. "Let everyone hear how well your husband takes care of you. Let them know who you belong to."

Her body was responding so perfectly to his touch, every nerve ending heightened by her condition. He could feel her trembling beneath him, could hear the desperation creeping into her moans as she teetered on the edge of release.

"Come for me, Kate," he demanded, his voice rough with need. "Show me how much you love carrying my child, how much you want me to fill you with another."

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emily watched the hour and sighed, knowing that erik was probably held by his own classroom. she looked at other destinations but couldn't find one as perfect as the maldives. she slowly stood up and walked in the direction of the kitchen. noticing that it would be soon time for dinner, emily put out a pan and heated water. she would make pasta al pesto for the night so then erik wouldn't have to worry about cooking for them.

simply wearing her silky robe, the woman swung around and picked the ingredients she truly needed. she put some music on and simply sang while preparing dinner for her lover. once the dinner was prepared, the woman let it on low temperature to prevent the pasta from cooling down. she opened a bottle of red wine and poured it into a carafe, so it could breathe and be good for the meal.

the rain started falling hard outside, she sighed. it became darker in the house and she walked around to lit the garlands so it would make the ambiance cozy and romantic for erik. she dimmed the lights and simply set the table in the dining room, the laptop resting on the couch for them to study together the possibilities of a wonderful trip.

hearing the sound of erik's car, emily smiled and walked back in the kitchen. she poured two glasses of wine and set them on the table before bringing the pasta with the parmigiano. as the door opened, emily walked back in the hall to greet her boyfriend. "hey you, right on time! i prepared dinner for us."

she stood on the tip of her toes and kissed his lips sweetly before whispering. "i made pasta al pesto and opened that french red wine we had in the cave. i hope this is okay?"

Erik's phone buzzed insistently during his Philosophy 301 lecture on Nietzschean ethics. He tried to ignore it, maintaining his professorial composure as he discussed the concept of the Übermensch, but the vibration against his thigh was maddening. His students dutifully took notes, completely unaware that their instructor was fighting the urge to check what delicious torture Emily had sent him this time.

When the notification chimed again, Erik's jaw tightened. The little minx knew exactly what she was doing. He continued his lecture about the will to power, the irony not lost on him that Emily wielded considerable power over his self-control with nothing more than a photograph.

"The Übermensch transcends conventional morality," he explained to his class, his voice steady despite the growing tension in his trousers. "He creates his own values, lives by his own rules."

Rather like what he and Emily did in that library earlier, Erik mused darkly.

The moment he dismissed his students, Erik's hand shot to his phone. The images that greeted him nearly made him groan aloud in the emptying lecture hall. There she was, gloriously naked in their private forest, his essence still glistening between her thighs like some primal marking. The second photo—Christ, the way she touched herself while looking directly into the camera—sent blood rushing south so fast he felt lightheaded.

"Fucking hell," he muttered, quickly adjusting himself as he gathered his papers and placed them in his bag before rushing to his car to get home to his girlfriend with a plan to ravish her as soon as he stepped through the front door.

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mary looked down when she heard father hepburn's words. she nodded quietly, still ashamed of them as she sighed and whispered. "you are right, father." she muttered before then adding. "i shall retire to my home and think of the consequences of those thoughts..." she added. "thank you, father, for listening.. good evening." she needed to get out of the church now, find time for herself and perhaps punish her own self for the thoughts she had.

as she slowly left the cabin, mary looked down and walked out of the church. her heart felt dreadful, knowing that the chances tof her ending as a spinster were now closer than ever. she walked down the small streets, sometimes greeting the villagers. as soon as she reached her small house, mary closed the door behind her and sighed.

slowly undressing herself, the woman walked naked in the direction of her bed. she lit a fire to heat the room and slid under the blankets, holding the pillow and being lost in her thoughts. how did she end up acting this way? she was so serious and loyal to her church. always vowing to behave and stay pure for her own wedding. the desperation of perhaps ending lonely conducted to such behavior. "you can do better than that, mary.." she told herself, closing her eyes as she shivered under the covers.

it didn't take long for her to fall asleep. the hard labor in the fields exhausted her and she knew that she would have to wake up early and restart the same day. she adjusted the blankets on her naked body, humming as she let the fire die in the hearth. her house was almost empty: only a bed left, a table and some supplies to eat. a chimney to warm the room and that was it.

August's breath caught in his throat. The confession booth suddenly felt too small, too intimate, as if the wooden partition between them had thinned to nothing. He gripped the edge of his seat, grateful for the darkness that hid the flush creeping up his neck. This was not Father Hepburn she was confessing to—it was him, the very stranger who had stirred these thoughts in her. The irony twisted in his gut like a knife.

He knew he should stop her, reveal his identity, direct her to the proper confessor. Yet something kept him silent, something darker than curiosity. Each word she spoke fed a hunger he pretended not to possess, each detail of her fantasy another ember in the fire he'd been fighting since he first saw her at the well.

"These… thoughts," he managed finally, disguising his voice slightly, keeping it lower than his natural tone. "They are natural, though the act itself requires penance." He closed his eyes, imagining her in the river, water caressing her skin where his hands longed to travel. The thought made him shift uncomfortably on the hard wooden bench.

August had worn the priest's collar for three years now, moving from village to village, perfecting his performance. He knew the cadence of forgiveness, the rhythm of redemption. It was a simple enough charade—the villagers saw what they expected to see, and he provided the comfort they craved. He had never been ordained, had never even stepped foot in a seminary. The real Father August Byrne was hidden beneath the facade.

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The Light Between Oceans (2016) dir. Derek Cianfrance

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