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Levi A-Z Smut HCs (Obey Me!)

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My personal headcanons using this [prompt list]

The goal is to finish the whole list; you are welcome to request a letter so I get to it faster. I will work on it as quick as I can but keep in mind I do have a life & responsibilities lol. ^^

Last Updated: Oct.1.2023 (9 out of 26)

⚠️Notes: I'll tag any sections if needed. If you think a section needs a tag, kindly let me know.

A: Affair (Describe an extra-marital affair)

B: Birthday (Describe birthday sex)

C: Compliments (Mid- and post-sex compliments)

D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)

tags: punishment, humiliation Every once in a while you need to punish him, either he spent way too much on otaku merch or he's been missing classes too much, whatever. You'll usually sit on him & tease him as he tries to play on his PC. He knows what you're doing & he begs to feel you, please he'll 'do better' he says. Unfortunately for him his poor cock won't get that sweet relief exactly. he can beg & whine all he wants & rub desperately against you but he's still gonna have to cum in his pants.

E: Experimenting (Trying something new)

F: Firsts (First time having sex together)

It was clumsy & cute. The poor otaku was so nervous, he couldn't believe he could bag such a baddie. Someway somehow even with the nervousness he still felt calm with you, if that makes any sense. He was more worried about you than him & he just wanted to make you feel good. especially when he came rather quickly before the 1st round. Anyway, the nerd is packin' & those hands & tongue work skillfully. ...You definitely went a few good rounds into the night & left each other a mess before finally taking a sweet bath together. After, you guys cuddled under a warm blanket & watched a lighthearted anime. ♡

G: Gentle (Describe gentle/loving mid-sex gestures)

H: Handsy (When they can’t keep their hands to themselves)

I: Initiator (Who initiates most of the time? How?)

J: Jealous (“Claiming” a partner)

tags: Possessive, Love bites/Marking, Scenting Sweetie, he's the avatar of envy. When it's extreme, there's no hiding it, he gives in. That sweet shy nervous otaku? Gone. He's bringing & giving grand admiral energy, he's giving 'one of the powerful lords of hell.' Sure he could summon Lotan or use something else if he wants to, but all he really needs is to say "Go away" in a icy cold voice & glare that makes thousands of soldiers shiver. You almost feel sorry for any bastard that tries to make him jealous. Even after they leave though, he wants nothing more but to mark you with visible love bites & rub his scent all over you. He made it easily known to his brothers to not touch what's his.

K: Kitchen (Describe a sex scene in the kitchen)

L: Likes (What they like in the bedroom)

M: Morning (Describe morning sex)

It happens frequently hehe. You tend to stay over a lot to watch a marathon or play games. Levi's libido is strong, he's always down to fuck in the morning, it brightens his spirit. Watching you take his cock & filling you up right before school is the perfect way to start the day. It's especially motivating when he knows you walk around the entire day with his cum between your legs, he cant wait to come home & fuck you again. (If he can wait that long)

N: Never (Things they would never try)

O: Orgasm (Describe coming--who comes first? What do they say? How does the other person know it’s approaching?)

P: Playlist (A playlist for getting down and dirty; will probably include a lap dance song, a song for making love, and a song that represents their sex life)

Q: Quiet (Reaction to a quiet partner)

You know what I'm not gonna lie, I think he'd be just a tad disappointed at first. Of course he reminds himself a lot of porn is fake anyway & then he really tunes in to the small delicious sounds you do reveal. The faces you make. The little bits you let him hear are still so very fucking hot & sexy. He's the one making you sound like that either way~

R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)

Ah...Levi is easy. He's not very good at hiding it. A flushed face and a small sheen of sweat to him. He gets a little extra irritable as well. The biggest sign is the tent in his pants when he's around you. Sorry, but he doesn't hide it very well, it's obvious when he looks like he's trying to hide something when he tries to cover up down there. (I wonder if he does it on purpose?)

S: Safe Word (How often is the safe word used? Why?)

T: Teasing (Who’s the tease in the relationship? What do they do? How often?)

U: Undressing (Strip teasing a partner)

V: Videos (Sending NSFW videos to each other)

Do you realize what you've done? The first time you sent him a video, he got instantly hard & couldnt stop cumming to that video. Unfortunately for him he kept getting hard any time he thought about it that week, it was embarrassing walking around with a constant erection. His first few videos in response were a little clumsy, but it turned you on. He was a loud moaner & he loved to whimper. Little whiney pants when he was getting close always did it for you. He made sure to take better video, especially audio when he learned you really loved his moans. ♡

W: Wedding Night (Consummating the marriage)

tags: overstimulation The only thing on his mind is getting you off the entire night until you're crying & begging him to stop. Until you're drained. He knows it's about the two of you celebrating but...you're his life partner now! He's so grateful you chose him out of everyone. Please let him worship you tonight, lay back & let him handle it. He promises he's enjoying this as much as you are. Promise.

X: XXX (What kind of porn does the person watch? How often?)

tags: double dicks, creepy!pervy!levi I'm not going to lie to y'all, Levi's a freak. (Okay we knew this) He watches all kinds of porn, both real & hentai. I'd say it's nearly an every day thing, it's hard taking care of two monster cocks & he needs to empty his balls. His favorite? POV hentai vids. Especially ones that look like you... Perhaps he has a few commissioned hentais where they look like the two of you...

Y: Yawn (How they sleep post-sex)

Z: Zoo (Their animalistic qualities in the bedroom)

[hooked-on-elvis]

𝗜 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥-𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗪𝗔𝗧𝗖𝗛 "𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗛𝗔𝗕𝗜𝗧" 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗬... It's not really anything from our business but Elvis' personal life is very, very entertaining - plus, knowing those things fans can always choose to live vicariously through the King's enormous list of love affairs.

From The News Examiner by author Trina Young — whom I love, btw... she really does an incredible job researching on Elvis' life and career — watch the video above on Elvis' romances on set of Change Of Habit (1969). Below, an excerpt from a book mentioned there:

While on set, Elvis and Mary, during breaks would "lie on a big blanket out in sunshine of the park, surrounded by extras and other actors, making out like teenagers. I don't mean affectionate pecks on the lips either. I'm talking about arms wrapped around each other during lip-locks that lasted fifteen minutes or half an hour. No one else on the set paid any attention to this behavior." From reporter Ann Moses' memoir book, released in 2017, "MEOW! My Groovy Life with Tiger Beat's Teen Idols":

Can you even look at these pictures the same way now?

PERSONAL COMMENT: Man, Mary Tyler Moore AND Jane Elliot? Seriously? Elvis had no shame at all, if that is true. Well, he certainly didn't - just thinking about the fact that he was married and had a tiny little baby at the time - but which actor or musician does? Very few. I always see things like this from a perspective of real life... If people in real life cheat all the time then how could we expect that stunning people, with money and fame and all the temptations surrounding them 24/7, don't do it? I mean, it doesn't make things right but it's not something only Elvis and Mary did - and at least concerning E we all know his wife cheated on him too, at given point - so we can drop the judgmental comments on marital status here because that's old news.

What shocks me is the suspicion he was having a thing with two of his co-stars from the same movie. Okay, supposedly it wasn't at the exact same time - apparently Mary was "inaccessible", according to Jane Elliot, so Elvis and Mary didn't get along very well compared to his relationship with other actors that worked on COH, and for that we can suppose she and Jane weren't actually friends either. Trina supposes his romance with Mary was very short-lived... and then (or prior to him and Mary happening) him and Jane happened. At least E (supposedly) wasn't having a thing with two girls who were friends with each other, behind their backs and at the same time but still... co-workers! Surreal. To me this is shocking. I always believed Mary when she said she didn't have a thing with E... Jane I had my suspicious but it's still not confirmed as far as I know. But now that I learn Mary was (apparently) lying, from a reliable source, eye-witness, adding this to the rumors (some gossip from the director based on situational "proof") that E and Jane had an affair during the making of COH... this got even funnier (to be kind).

I personally believe Ann Moses when she shares many, many years later what she saw between E and Mary in 1969 - and based on pictures I also believe him and Jane had a thing going on at the same period. I'm not judging any of them here. Even if it was all true, we don't know the real situation (how that happened, why it happened, the mood between the actors…) Still, c'mon, isn't that weird to imagine that Jane might could've seen Elvis and Mary and afterwards (or at the same time, who knows?) she got together with him even so? In other situation, isn't that weird to imagine, on the worst case scenario, that E got together with Jane and then he moved on to Mary right on Jane's face? Now, they were all grown-ups, all of them knew what they were getting themselves into (hopefully). I'm just sharing my thoughts, not for a sec intending to create any kind of morality shame on those people. Just like everything about Elvis, his love life is something we have fun (?) speculating about. Anyhow, one thing is true... ELVIS AND MARY TYLER MOORE DID HAVE A THING GOING ON IN 1969.

Oh, and about Mary saying Elvis said he slept with all of his co-stars except one, meaning it was her? I've read somewhere that Marlyn Mason said the same thing. I guess she was really the only one. Okay, making out and "getting into bed with each other" are two different things but still... things point more to Marlyn being the one than Mary. Again, who knows?

[jmencken]

closed starter for @fallofromulus

       Having used the media in the past for his own gain and seeing how effective it was, it was a bitter pill he was being forced to swallow now that the same media was running the story about his extra-marital activities. Sure, he was a politician, and it was almost expected for affairs to happen but affairs with another man and his party was not something that mixed with the regular conservative voting crowd. Thankfully, it was just the one that was discovered and not the one that would do the most damage.

Not even an hour into the scandal news breaking did his team have everyone they thought would be able to help in a room and co-ordinating some kind of plan. The last thing he wanted to do was sit in there and listen to all the bullshit and have barely and power of the situation, but he knew he had to. The room was already bustling when he walked in, his eyes observing the other people in attendance with an air of superiority. For a second, they lingered on Roman, almost surprised to see him there with a mix of intrigue that wondered how it was going to go when he took a seat next to him. “So, all this for me? Quite the circus.”

[azure-cherie]

PAC : Messages from Aset

Hello loves , first of all a very big thank you to Aset for helping me in conveying through my divination, this reading contains general messages so take what resonates and leave the rest , i used tarot cards , intuition and runes for this reading , likes , reblogs and feedbacks are very very appreciated , thank you for letting me read you :)

Pile 1 -3

Pile 1:

My dear pile 1 , Aset wants to convey that she is proud that you have achieved a lot of abundance in your life but you are focused to earn more when in reality you should be happy in what you already have and you should also share with others what you have made since kindness is the greatest of virtues that will help you to achieve great heights, be cautious when you serve others , help them but don't help them to the point of exploitation , when you need ask for help and always help will be provided when you are in search of a financial need . You are someone who has come a long way without any support you have been worried and fought all the odds to come to this point and she is very proud of you for doing all this but remember that a small thing can destroy a lot of things so when in times of haste take time to sit down shut the world and reflect, I think you have a habit of getting to angry at the wrong people and this is going to create a problem in the wrong runs so you are advised to work on it and stay away from people at that time so that you don't end up in problems and learn to be more grateful about your surroundings and whatever has been provided to you or else it could go away you , you're going to enter a very abundant period in your life in terms of emotional needs You are going to create new horizons and new plans for yourself marriage business deals and child birth news can be heard for you your ancestors are rooting for you , I see symbolism of marigold flowers you can do some water magic or worship with water as an element that will help you in getting clarity about yourself .

Runes :

Berkanan

Beware of incorrect choices, take time to contemplate, some family functions maybe cancelled due to health issues take care of your health , you might experience stagnation , heal your relationship with your mother , get yourself a visit to the gynaecologist, you might experience some menstrual issues , watch your expenditure.

Hagalaz

Change has to occur , some things are destroyed so new things can be built, unexpected meetings and realisations, destruction now will end up making something good for the future keep hoping, you could have a breakup, moving houses , someone fake in your friend circle will be unmasked.

Pile 2 :

My dear pile 2 , she really wants you to take a stand for yourself , my dear file 2 you have been relying on the guidance of a person for too long and at this point you have almost become dependent on that person but she suggests you to go for a soul searching and finding what you really like to do because the end of the day you should grow old fulfilling your passions and desires , you are already abundant and blessed because of your family hierarchy and how rich have you been You should explore forest and small places for learning about life it feels as if you have grown old but your wisdom needs to be increased, You should pay attention to your hair as it holds wisdom and ancestor knowledge right now You may have dreams crazy dreams take notes of them somebody is trying to communicate to you , your future is in your hands You don't have much time there is a big change coming in for you with the onset of the new change . There could be an extra marital Affair that could change the course of your life beware and make sure you have enough resources to make out of it I see the symbolism of red and white candles you can use them and ask your guides so that they can provide you a clear part of what you can do ahead but they can only help you when you ask for help yourself . Take the stand for yourself to do whatever you are interested in.

Runes :

Dagaz

You're are in the path of self discovery and awakening, re evaluation, talk to your children or the children in your neighborhood, invest in family planning, keep hustling it will be worth it , evolution in relationship, take your medicines regularly.get an eye checkup .

Eiwaz

You could be entering or interested in shamanism , you're going through an awakening, you may think something has ended but it's yet to be fulfilled, you could work with chaos magick , there could be some delays but don't worry about it , it will work out , are some of you consuming weed , there's a union in the spiritual plane .

Pile 3 :

Dear pile 3 , Aset wants to convey that you should be looking after things you choose to nurture , maybe you brought a plant or a pet but you are not paying attention to it she wants you to take into account your responsibilities maybe it could be about the older members in the family, you will be going out on a trip soon and you should take care of yourself physically as well as spiritually I see the vision of an amulet that will be protecting you You should search signs for protection or make a sigil for yourself that will help you for sure , all that you have dreaming will come true, but remember to put efforts for it as nothing comes without trying you are blessed in every field , you will be meeting a new partner soon that will help you realise your potential remember to not sabotage the relationship because you are not healed, try to focus on making yourself stable and creating a balance that will be very essential for you ,work on your sacral chakra , don't dwell on the past the future is brighter than you can imagine , go somewhere near a pond and feel the healing energy, in the next 3 months we will be undergoing a lot of changes and a lot of things that you like but are not good for you will go away from you but remember to know that there is always something that serves in exchange of something that doesn't serve , if there's a group project coming your way then remember to include everyone and not take too much on yourself you are divinely protected.

Runes :

Ingwaz

protect your home , work on your masculine energy, make necessary sacrifices, new births , changes , expansion, process of manifestation, look after your well being and health, reorganization.

Dagaz (came up in pile 2 as well you can check it if you want )

You're are in the path of self discovery and awakening, re evaluation, talk to your children or the children in your neighborhood, invest in family planning, keep hustling it will be worth it , evolution in relationship, take your medicines regularly.get an eye checkup .

That's all , thank you so much for reading i hope it resonates and helps you 🤍

[godsofhumanity]

ok this is super weird @nicosavior456 i DO remember receiving this ask (~22 Oct.) and i don't THINK i ever responded to it BUT i can't find it in my inbox 🤨🤨 so anyways. i'm responding now.

first of all, though we know Odin has a lot of extra-marital children, i don't think Odin and Frigg's marriage has ever had the tempestuous passion that a marriage like Hera and Zeus' has.

as individuals, i think both Odin and Frigg have calmer temperaments... especially for Frigg; i do not see her as an emotionally-controlled individual. she is reasonable and logical, and above all, endlessly patient.

but she's not someone who can be walked-over. she has her own opinions and she articulates them clearly; if you listen, then you listen. if you ignore her counsel, then you're the idiot.

Odin CAN be cruel (see: punishment of Loki, specifically the death of his sons), but i don't hc him to be "quick" to anger... i think he's generally rather patient and more long-term oriented which is how he tolerates people like Loki for so long.

that's what makes Odin and Frigg work; they're both quite reasonable people.

i have heard people suggest that Odin and Frigg are more friends than lovers, but i feel that marriages should be built with romantic love and so i do think that Odin and Frigg do love each other and are very much husband and wife.

i offered the same explanation for Zeus' affairs as i do for Odin's-- as Kings and gods connected to fate and prophecy, i think Odin (like Zeus) knows a bit more about the future and kismet than the average god does,, and i do think many of his affairs are "pre-meditated" in that he purposefully brings about new gods into the world because he knows that they need to be there.

for example, Vidarr is Odin's son by Gridr and is fated to be the one to slay Fenrir. Vali is another one of Odin's sons (by Rind) who is specifically born to avenge Baldr by slaying Hodr.

i also say this because,, honestly,, i just CANNOT picture Odin being a ladies' man. i just don't see him as a flirt. i don't think he has the time for it. perhaps one or two of his children's mothers were exceptions to the fate-rule but i really think that's quite rare.

i cannot think of any occasions where Frigg is described as being vengeful or her having a rivalry with any other goddesses, and certainly not due to her husband's affairs... i don't believe that means that she's okay with it,, i think Frigg just understands that there's a bigger picture, and i think it helps that Odin isn't "romantically motivated".

i also love the idea of Frigg actually getting along super well with ALL of Odin's children because they are all very respectful and loving towards her.

also.. people love Frigg's children; Baldr, of course.. but even Hodr; before Baldr's death, i like the idea that, even if he wasn't as close with everyone as Baldr was, he was still accepted and people were warm towards him.

i think the only true spike in Odin and Frigg's marriage is Loki. he always has been and he always will be. i do not know what the timeline for events is; did Odin meet Loki or Frigg first... not sure. but i think they've all kind of been around since the same time.

and Frigg has always despised Loki... Odin knows it. but Odin does love Loki... they are brothers. and i think it's super difficult for Odin to let Loki go until Loki does the unforgiveable; he takes away Baldr... and in directly, he takes away Hodr too.

i love the idea of Frigg becoming absolutely rigid and cold in this time. i think the world becomes icy.. Odin can't even bring himself to speak to her or to weep with her... he feels so guilty and ashamed that he waited for so long to act despite Frigg's countless warnings.

i think Odin can only earn Frigg's forgiveness by hunting down Loki and punishing him brutally. which he does. and i do think that in their dying breaths, Odin and Frigg find peace together again.

so, ultimately; i think that Odin and Frigg do love each other. i think they face many hardships and prevail together. i think they find solace in each other. and i think they keep each other grounded.

[feelingpure]

can you do 5, 9, 12 for the FT ask game? :3

Hello!

5. What is your favourite sex scene from the show?

I think it's still Hawk tending to Tim in episode 4. 😆 Can I only choose 1? A close 2nd is that one we saw in the '57 flashback in the finale. And an honourable mention to their first time together too, post chicken noodle soup. They all seem pivotal for their own reasons (though every scene with these 2 is pivotal ha), and a lot of what puts these ones up there for me is what takes place just before and/or after.

Hm, I think I've found a pattern in my picks too cause they all seem to the times where Tim is the active partner (though in 2 out of 3 of them Hawk seems to be the most, uh active lol).

9. What is your favourite headcanon(s)?

Thinking if I have any new ones since last time... I think it's between Lenny escaping that horrible hospital and living happily ever after, and Lucy having extra marital affairs.

12. Which song, used in soundtrack, you liked the most?

Found A Cure by Ashford & Simpson, from episode 7 when they're at the disco! I think I last listened to it yesterday, so I'm still regularly jiving to it haha.

And the lyrics are quite interesting for what's taking place in the scene too; it's about love being the cure/medicine for all of life's pains, meanwhile they're popping actual pills in the club and still emotionally destroyed by their love for each other. A terribly ironic/pointed bop for where they are at that point, especially for Hawk (at least that's how I interpret it).

FT ask game

[romanarose]

Seattle: Part 3

Marc Spector X Fem!OC

Chapter 2 : Chapter 4

Seattle Masterlist

Fic summary: A friend from Marc's past calls on him for help when she's trapped in an abusive relationship, but will show allow him and Steven to help?

Chapter summary: Rebecca and Marc travel from Seattle to Rebecca's new home with Marc in New York. Marc reflects on how much Becca changed and the night they spent together

WARNINGS!: Mentions of abusive relationship (not with Marc), mentions of miscarriage, smut, PIV sex, loss of virginity (m and f) fingering, Marc being a bit subby (idk why i moved it to this direction but I thought it would be a bit of a change from other loss of virginity fics)

Scenes in italics are flashbacks.

Italics are Marc, Bold is Steven. This is very Marc focused, but Steven will make appearances.

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Marc waited patiently outside the women's bathroom door for Rebecca to return, he heard her voice as she walked out. “Stop, listen, no, dad”

Anger surged through Marc, but not at her, never at her. Why was she talking to her dad? He knew she was back in contact, that she had been at least since the wedding, where Marc avoided him simply out of respect for her and her wedding day. Not that he had any respect for her marriage, he always hated Jack, but purely out of respect for Becca. Jack had hated him from the beginning, as did her dad.

“Yes, I’m getting divorced. I know you don’t approve, but that’s what I’m- god, I know how old I am!”

Marc, as irritated as he was, couldn’t help but smile a bit. This, this was the Rebecca he knew. Not the watered down, painfully polite, passive version. No, the version he knew was this; the version that stood up for herself, the version that stood up to her dad, no matter what happened. 

“Hey dad, Marc and I are going to study in my room” She called to her dad as she dragged Marc down the hall to her room, passing the living room where Carl sat watching the game. Packers game. Of course he was a fucking Packers fan, only person in Chicago who was a fuckign Packers fan.

“Stop.” He called.

In front of him, you stopped, pausing for a moment. He could feel you prepping yourself. 

“Becca, get in here.” He called again.

Rebecca turned to Marc quickly, shoulder length brown waved bobbing as she grabbed Marc’s shoulder, whispering. “Stay here, don’t. Move.” When she walked past Marc and he turned, she stopped dead in her tracks. “Don’t”

Rounding the corner, she put on a smile as she disappeared. Marc could make out some of the words her dad said, names he called her: Slut, whore, bitch. The usual. A slap. Marc clenched his fists tightly, nails digging into his palms. He wanted to go in there, to protect her. But he knew that would make things worse. She said to stay, he had to trust her. 

“We’re not doing anything, dad. He’s just my friend.” a pause and her dad said something. “Maybe I’m gay” She taunted. Marc smiled, there she was, until he heard another slap. 

Rebecca came flying out of the room, grabbing Marc’s hand and pulling him into the room. She called to the living room. “We’re keeping the door open!”. When they sat on the bed, Rebecca noticed Marc looking at her red face. “Don’t”

“Beccs, we can study elsewhere, it doesn’t have to be here.”

She shook her head. “Nope. This is my home. I understand he doesn’t want me getting pregnant under his roof so I’ll respect keeping the door open, but I’m not going to tip toe in my own home”

“Oh yeah, Jack talk to you huh? Jack also tell you he bruised three ribs and scalded my face with hot water?...... Ohoho of course you don’t see a problem with that…. Take a wild fucking guess who I’m with….. Yeah, you’re favorite…. I don’t have an attitude, I’m an adult! Okay, you know what? I’m gonna hang up, Marc and I have a very busy day ahead with our illicit affair, lot’s of extra marital sex to have, babies to make.” With that, she hung up.

Rebecca turned to Marc, who stared at her, mouth agape. “What?”

“Nothing.” He smiled, shaking his head. “Just happy to see you being yourself.” 

Her face faltered a bit. “Was I too harsh?”

Marc groaned a bit. “No, sweetheart, not at all. C’mon, let’s find food.”

They talked together through the busy airport. Ironically, their layover was the Chicago O'hare airport. Both of them opted to not sightsee in their home city. They found a sandwich place and sat down.

“He said I’m not getting any younger.” She grumbled. “That I’m not going to find someone to marry me now.”

I would Marc thought. I love you, I love you, I love you Marc felt like it would burst out of his mouth.

“Like I even want to get married again, after that shit show.”

Marc knew this, of course. No part of him held out hope that this would make her love him. He knew his time passed. The morning after they made love, he hadn’t said anything, they never addressed it. His window closed. Now she was scared, traumatized, and lost. His job wasn’t to manipulate her into love or sex, his job was what it had always been, and what he had always failed it. Protect her.

When the waiter asked what they wanted, Marc ordered a BLT

“And for you, ma’am?”

“Same” Rebecca ordered, drinking her water as the waitress walked away. “When did I go from miss to ma’am?”

BLT. She ordered a sandwich with pork.

So? Steven questioned.

She was always observant…

She looked up at him, finding his quizzical look. “What?”

Marc didn’t falter.

Rebecca’s eyes widened. “Oh my god, you’re judging me for eating bacon!”

Marc rolled his eyes. “I’m not judging you! I literally ordered the same fucking thing.”

Rebecca didn’t back down. “Wow. Wow. You have no right to judge me.” She was only half joking, her genuine distress being covered by an overly dramatic call out.

Marc raised his hands defensively, giving a little laugh. “I’m not! I don’t care what you eat!”

With an aggressive point, she defended herself, although Marc got the feeling she was defending the sandwich to herself more than him. “I fell out of habit, that’s all”

Marc couldn’t help the dry laugh that escaped him, eyebrow raising. “You fell out of the habit? You didn’t eat pork the first 30 years of your life and you just…. Fell out of the habit?” His face slowly faded into a frown of concern. 

She dodged his eyes. “What does it matter? You always ate pork. Besides, I ate it when we were homeless.”

“Beccs… I had to practically force feed you.”

Rebecca had been trying to trade food with Marc from the soup kitchen. “Give me your side and I’ll give you my hot dog.”

“No way, betukah.”

“You don’t even like corn!”

“You can have my corn, but I’m not eating your hot dog, you need protein. You’re gonna freeze to death when the cold comes.” Right now in the summer, neither Marc or Rebecca could fathom the cold, not with the sweltering heat clinging to them. 

Rebecca scoffed. “Well, I’m hoping to not be homeless this winter, Marc. Besides, I don’t eat pork, you know this.”

Marc rolled his eyes. “What kind of Chicagoin doesn’t eat hotdogs.” his chicago accent making it sound more like hahtdahg.

Holding up a finger for each point, she countered him. “One, jews, for the last 100 years, two, Chicagoins isn’t a word”

Marc got more serious. “I think God will understand.”

She shook her head. “I can’t go to Shabbat, not when we’re trying to avoid everyone. I refuse to get lazy. If I start eating pork, I’m going to start slacking on other things, and I just won’t do that.”

Marc thought for a moment. “I promise you, if you eat this stupid hotdog, which, by the way, probably isn’t even real meat,” he said with a little smile. “I’ll take us to the suburbs to go to Shabbat, away from the prying eyes of the Chicago jewish population. When she still hesitated, but was clearly mulling it over. “Listen, I had an aunt who was diabetic, right? One day I caught her eating while the rest of us were fasting for Yom Kimpur. I asked my dad, and dad said that she can’t fast, God doesn’t want us to do things that harm us. And remember Rachel Rosenbaum, who went to a treatment center for anorexia? She isn’t allowed to fast either, because it might send her back to spiraling. God doesn’t want us to hurt ourselves. I think he’d rather you eat. Especially because we didn’t have lunch. Or breakfast.”

With a small frown, she agreed.

Rebecca wouldn't look at Marc.

Marc, mercifully, filled the silence. “What did he do to you, Rivkah? I noticed… he didn’t like you being Jewi-”

“He wasn’t against me being Jewish!” Rebecca raised her voice. When she noticed people glancing over, she lowered her voice, finally looking at Marc. “His religion was just very important to him, as mine is to me. We found compromises.”

“You had an entirely christian wedding, Rebecca. You didn’t even have the hurrah. It’s not a compromise if you give up everything.”

“Can you drop it? Please?”

“Why are you defending him again?”

“Marc, please drop it!”

Marc was silent.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be”

“No, Marc, I-”

“Honey.” Marc caught her brown eyes again. “Honey… it’s me.” Marc took in how much she changed. Her hair, which she always kept shorter, was long, past her chest. It was so much lighter… And straight. That stood out. She was always proud of her large hair, thick with waves. Her face was still burned, likely would be for a long time, but the doctor assured it would fade away, maybe completely by a few years. What had he done to her? How had he managed to break her down piece by piece, until not only was she physically unrecognizable, but her personality had been stripped away. “Rebecca, you can argue with me. You can disagree with me, call me out. You always have. Don’t stop now.”

“I know.”

When Marc found her exiting the doors of her college, her face lit up brightly. “MARC!” she shouted, running to him.

He hadn’t told her he was back in the city. He hadn’t intended to come, but he had nowhere else to go. Actually, that wasn’t exactly true. He could go anywhere. But nowhere called to him. Only she did. It was early November, 3 months since he left. He had intended to stay away. The deal had been that Rebecca would start school, her full tuition being paid for by scholarships and aid, and get an apartment while Marc would find his way elsewhere. Where, he didn’t know. But somewhere else. It killed him to leave her, but he needed to go, and she needed to stay. She wouldn’t leave her brother, who was still living with her dad. 

“Marc, why are you here! Not that I’m not happy, but I thought you were down south?”

He was. He was busy fighting in less-than-legal fights; he was good at it. He had made a fair amount of money.

“I’m back, because you didn’t keep your promise” Marc frowned at her. “You promised me you would get an apartment for the winter, I know you have enough saved up” 

Holding Marc’s hand, they began walking down the street to Rebecca’s bus stop. “I know, I tried, Marc! No one wants to rent to an 19 year old with no credit, so I’ve been couch surfing.”

Raising an eyebrow, he doubted her. “Couch surfing?”

She sighed. There were no secrets from Marc Spector. “Okay, it’s some couch surfing. Some shelters… and sometimes I stay with my dad”

“Beccs-”

“You don’t get to do that.” Rebecca stopped on the sidewalk, facing him. “You left, Marc. And that’s fine, please know that’s fine, you have to do what you need to, but so do I. And sometimes that means swallowing my pride and staying with my dad until it gets bad again”

Feeling his jaw clench and tick, he tried to not react too strongly. “Until things get bad again?” He asked.

Rebecca sighed, starting to walk again. “Yes Marc. I’ll go there, stay a few days or a few weeks until he hits me again, is that what you want to hear?”

“No! Why would I want to hear that?” He trailed after her. He knew what he had to do. As much as he hated it, as much he hated the idea of being in Chicago or even talking to his dad. But he does it. He asks his dad to cosign a lease for him and Rebecca, a short term, 6 month lease to get her through the winter safely. They split everything, as much as Marc tried to pay for it all. Rebecca had pride, and refused to let Marc pay for everything. As much as she had always let Marc help, she refused to become dependent on him, on anyone, let alone a man. How things had changed with Jack.

It was dark by the time they trudged into Marc’s apartment, the cold March of New York seeping into their bones. “It’s not much, but it’s ours” He gestured to the open studio. It wasn’t as small as their place in Chicago when they were teens. No, that place was tiny, big enough for their full sized mattress, fridge, stove, and a few plastic bins in which they kept their clothes, much of which was shared. Rebecca had preferred t-shirts and loose jeans, men’s clothing a far reach from the clothes she had now. Maybe she grew up, maybe after working professionally she found a liking for nice clothes, but Marc couldn’t help thinking Jack was changing that part of her too.

“It’s nice.” Rebecca smiles genuinely, taking it in. It was a little messy, piles of books and take out boxes, but minimally decorated. She assumed the books weren’t Marc, they must be- She gasped, turning to Marc covering her blushing face. “Oh my god!”

Marc looks panicked. “What?”

Rebecca continued covering her face. “Oh my god, I haven’t met Steven!” Rebecca had been so caught up in being back with Marc, she had forgotten about Steven. Marc had, of course, told her about Steven and Moon Knight. No secrets, not between them.

“Is that all?”

She removed the hands. “He must think I’m so rude!”

Marc laughed. “Trust me, honey, he does not think that. Would you like to meet him?”

She perked up at that. The light in her eyes that he missed so much returning, just a bit. “Can I?”

That alright Steven?

Yes! I would love to

“Hello love! So nice to finally meet you, Marc’s said so much about you, I feel like I already know you.”

Rebecca’s grin widened “It’s nice to meet you too!”

Ever hospitable, Steven showed her the bathroom. “I’m sure you’d like to shower and get settled in, Marc brought some clothes from your apartment but if you need anything, you can use ours, and use whatever is in the shower.”

Rebecca laughed a bit. “You mean Marc’s 3-in-1?”

“Well, actually, I have converted him to actual shampoo, body wash and conditioner.”

“Really.” Rebecca looked impressed. “I thought his hair looked particularly pretty”

Pretty Marc thought She thinks my hair is pretty

Steven grabbed a towel from the closet. “Here, Oh!” He got a second one. “For your hair. We can go to the store tomorrow and get you what you need, alright? After a good night's sleep? And we have a friend who said he’ll be your divorce lawyer-”

Steven

Rebecca’s eyes left Steven and her previously genuine smile changed to something estranged, an attempt at remaining polite. “Thank you Steven, but I don’t need charity. I just need a place to stay while I get on my feet. I have money saved up, and I still have access to Jack’s bank account, and the money I had from my job before he made me quit. And I can easily find a job, there’s always a need for social workers and my license is still active.”

“Oh no! Don’t even worry about that, he will do it pro bono, and we don’t mind buying things while you get on your feet, it’s no problem!” Steven, stop “And don’t even worry about work yet, we need to get you to a doctor first, get through the divorce so you don’t have to deal with him-” Steven, she doesn’t-

Her voice was strained in a distressed smile as she interrupted him. “Steven, that’s very sweet of you, but I can handle it, okay? Thank you for your hospitality, I do appreciate it.” Her eyes pleaded with him to stop. Leave it, please.

Steven nodded, nervously ringing his hands. “Okay, yeah, absolutely, whatever you need” Steven saw her wince. “Or don’t need!”

Rebecca gave him a soft smile, then headed to the shower, carrying her towels. When the door closed, Marc took the body again

What was that? Did I do something wrong?

No, no, she’s just… she doesn’t like depending on people. Never has.

But she’s here, she needs help.

It’s a little different with us. We’ve always just been… We’ve always needed each other. And right now she’s embarrassed.

She shouldn’t be, none of that was her fault

I know, I know Steven. But I also know her, and her pride is wounded. We have to let her handle herself, and just be there when she needs us. She’ll tell us what she needs. 

Bullocks, this is going to be hard.

I know.

Steven was a caretaker, this went against everything in his nature.

The night was cold, colder than shit, record temps in Chicago. They had been spending way too much on heat lately and he and Rebecca were huddled together, comforters covering their heads to try and stay warm. They had spent nearly a year at this point sleeping in each other’s arms, that wasn’t new or weird. But something about this… was different. Maybe it was how they had spent the last several months playing house, essentially functioning as a couple in every sense except sex and the name. Maybe it was the fact he, completely accidentally, had turned around too fast when they were changing, and he seen her in her underwear. Maybe it was the fact Rebecca didn’t cover up, didn’t yell at him or panic. Maybe it was the fact she smiled at him as he stared like the dumb teenager he was.

Maybe it was the fact her ass was pressed right up against him.

But he felt himself getting heard. And he felt her heart pick up as she noticed.

“I’m sorry” He mumbled, scooting back and starting to remove his arms, face blushing an insanely bright red as he intended to get out of the bed.

She grabbed his arm, gluing him to her. “Stay.” she whispered. Hesitantly, she ground her ass back into him, eliciting a whimper from his mouth. 

“Beccs…” With a slow hand, he moved the hand around her stomach up to just under her breasts, unable to cross the line to touch her. After everything, he still couldn’t bring himself to do it. All these years of restraint were hard to break out of.

Her back was to his chest as he spooned her. She took his hand and guided him to her chest; once there, he groped at her, thrilled beyond belief that this was happening. “Marc, I want this.” Becca interlaced her fingers with his. “Do you?”

Marc lightly kissed her neck, taking the opportunity to take in her scent. “I think that’s obvious.” He rutted his thick erection against her.

“I didn’t ask if you were horny, I asked if you want this.” Rebecca sighed out as he dipped his cold hands under the shirt to feel the soft skin of her breast. 

She was everything he imagined, living up to every thought he had while touching himself in the shower. “Beccs, what are you talking about?” Everything he knew about women, which wasn’t much, came from his dad, who had taught him to make sure she wanted it, to not pressure her. And here she was checking on him.

“You’d do anything for me, you always -hmmm- you always have” A hand reached around behind her, feeling his ass in the pajama pants. “But I don’t want you to do this just for me, I need to know you want this.” Neither had ever had sex before. Their close friendship had largely kept other potential offers away in high school, and even with their short absence from each other, neither had interest in anyone else. 

“I want you” Her hand moved his lower, across her stomach, hearing her breath hitched when he reached between her legs. Marc sucked on her neck, moving his lips up to where he had wanted them for years. “I’ve always wanted you, no one else, only ever you”

“Fuck” she breathed out, nails digging in through the thin material of his pants, into the skin she wanted to touch. It was too cold to fully undress, the frigid walk home still felt in their bones. 

His lips were on her cheek. “Can I kiss you?”

Giggling out her reply, she turned her head to meet his. “Sweetheart, your hand in between my legs.”

He still smiled softly at her, adoration shining through, even in the darkness under their blanket. “Can. I. Kiss. You.” He punctuated each word with a kiss on the cheek, fingers beginning to strum on her clit with her guidence, making her buck against him.

Rebecca didn’t beg. Not to her dad, not to teachers, not to anyone, especially not men. But the way she looked at him, desperate and pleading, the words left her lips as she took his hand, bringing him against her entrance. “Marc, please?”

Marc obliged, taking her mouth in his, as his finger entered her.

When she emerged from the shower, she looked more tired than ever.

But something else took his notice. “Rebecca…” She was drying her hair with the towel wrapped around her. He couldn’t even find it in himself to be distracted by her body in the towel; he’d seen her in a lot less. “Your hair is still straight.” He didn’t know much about hair, but he was pretty sure that water made hair curl again. 

She looked at him a bit confused for a moment, then it registered. “Oh. Yeah. I got it chemically relaxed”

Marc’s eyes widened a bit before narrowing in confusion. “Why? You loved your hair?”

Rebecca rolled her eyes, going to her bag of clothes “It’s easier to manage this way.”

Marc wasn’t dropping it, eyes following her. “That’s why you always had it short.”

Rebecca threw the clothes on the ground. “Can you drop it Marc? I’m tired. I don’t know if you remember, but my sleep was interrupted last night.” She glared. “I want to go to bed.” After a pause to look at Marc’s sad face, she softened. “Sorry, can I lay down, please?” She grabbed a throw blanket and went to the couch.

“Aht aht aht!” Marc tried to grab the blanket. “You’re my guest, you’re not sleeping on the couch.”

Putting her hands on her hips, her face reset in determination. “This is your home, I’m not taking yours and Steven’s bed while you sleep on the couch.” Despite the exhaustion clear on her face, he knew she wouldn’t budge.

“We could… I mean it’s a queen… we could share. It wouldn't be the first time.” Visions of that night they spent together nearly 20 years ago, and he quickly added “I can afford heating this time, so we can use separate blankets.” Marc tried to avoid cringing. They never talked about it, not after all this time. 

She watched him, considering. “Okay. But if I get annoying, you have to kick me out. Steven okay with this?”

That’s fine. You can have the body when we go to sleep so she’s not sleeping next to a stranger

“Yeah, he said he won’t take the body at night, it’ll just be me.”

Rebecca nodded, body visibly relaxing. “Okay. You do what you want, I’m going to lay down. You know I can sleep through anything, so don’t feel like you gotta go to bed or anything.” She climbed into bed, and Marc joined her.

“I’m beat, I think an early night would be nice”

Becca eyed him like she didn’t believe him, but she didn’t have any fight left. 

She was warm, so warm against his finger. “Marc, I’ve touched myself before, you don’t have to- ah!” She moaned out as Marc added a second finger. His were thicker than hers, that was for sure. Rebecca could feel him move against her thigh; he liked the sounds she made. “Bring your other arm under me, baby” she coaxed, Marc did as he was told, both arms were now wrapped around her, holding her back to him. His fingers felt incredible, but she needed more, more of him. 

“Show me what you need honey, I want to make you feel good.” Marc was not prideful. Rebecca knew Marc had never so much as touched a woman yet, and the fact he didn’t act like he automatically knew everything just endeared him to her even more, if that was even possible. 

“Keep your fingers inside, touch me” She whispered.

“Where?”

“Everywhere, Marc. I want to feel you everywhere” And she did. Nothing existed but him, his hands, his mouth, exploring her both over and under he clothes; in turn, she rewarded him with touching his fully erect cock through his pants, giving him all the pretty little sounds he kept chasing. She felt her orgasm approaching, her breath becoming hitched and strained as the little world they had always existed in felt like it was drawing in on itself, pulling each other ever closer.

“Fuck baby” his fingers picked up speed, the wet squelch of her cunt filling the small apartment. “Are you getting tighter? Is that good or bad?”

She nodded, her poofy hair tickling his face. “It’s good, that means I’m close, don’t stop.”

Marc had no intention of stopping, if he could, he would never stop unless she said so.

When Rebecca came, he could hardly see her face, but god, if the sound she made wasn’t the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard. Incredible. He wanted to spend the rest of his life coaxing those sounds of her, if she’d let him. He’d learn her body, learn what she liked, learn what made her sound like that.

When he climbed into the bed next to her, he fought the urge to draw her into his arms as they had done so many times before, time and time again when he stumbled back into her life and she welcomed him with open arms. Always open arms. In the years after she graduated college, she often opened the door of her apartment to find Marc. Sometimes he was beaten and bloody, sometimes wet, sometimes starving. When he had nowhere else to go, he had her. They always shared what they had, always. Rebecca would bandage him up, feed him, and he’d stay with her until that itch came back. Sometimes a few days, sometimes a few months. Sometimes he’d see his dad, sometimes he wouldn’t. Never his mom. Although they slept in each other’s arms everytime until she married Jack, they never had sex again. After half an hour, Marc turned over to look at her, surprised to find her staring at the ceiling, tears falling down to the pillow. 

“Hey, hey sweetheart, what-” He almost finished that sentence.

She snorted out a small laugh. “Oh god, you were not about to ask what’s wrong, were you? After the day we had?” But she smiled at him, knowing he meant well.

Brushing a bit of hair that seemed to uncharacteristically her away from her face, Marc returned the smile. “Force of habit. Anything you want to talk about?” Marc took her hand. If she didn’t want him to touch her, she knew she could pull away. She didn’t.

“It’s stupid.” She sniffled.

“Rivkah” Marc kissed the side of her head, her straight hair unfamiliarly smooth on his lips. “You’ve been through hell, whatever it is, it isn’t stupid.”

She sighed. “I keep thinking about the pregnancy. It hur-” Her voice cracked, and she cleared her throat before starting again. “It hurts, which doesn’t make sense, I don’t even know if I was going to keep it. I don’t have any right to be upset about the miscairrage when I might have had an abortion.”

Marc waited for a moment, making sure she was done before talking. “You always have a right to feel what you feel, Beccs. Even if you had an abortion, you’d have a right to mourn that. You always wanted kids, you just didn’t want one under these circumstances.” He played with her hair with the hand that wasn’t holding hers. “If you’d like, I can talk to my dad and see if he knows any Jewish rituals or traditions for miscaraige? I don’t have to tell him it’s you, unless you want him to pray for you or-”

She turned to face him. “Since when do you talk to your dad?” 

“Rosh Hashanah, actually. Remember when you called?” Marc waited until she nodded. “I ended up uh… well I actually came to Chicago. Made it for the last night. Met him at a synagogue”

Rebecca propped herself up on her right arm. “You went to services? With your dad?” A  small smile was growing on her face.

Marc nodded. “Yeah, we even got dinner after… we talked about things, just a bit.”

Eyed widening, Rebecca tried not to react too heavily. “Oh?”

“Yeah” He laughed out. “It wasn’t much but he… he said sorry. And I forgave him.”

“Marc…” She squeezed his hand. “I’m so proud of you.” Rebecca let go of his hand, to his disappointment, but that disappointment was subdued when she cupped his face to his kiss forehead. She laid back down on the pillow, and Marc did the same; faces so close, he could kiss her. “If you could talk to him, I’d appreciate that, and I’d love for him to pray for me. Thank you.”

“Do you need anything to help get to sleep? I don’t have any melatonin, I have benadryl that might help?”

Her face showed hesitation, as she weighed her answer. “Marc, I know it’s been like, 5 years, other than last night, which was a special circumstance…”

He knew what she was asking. “Always, Beccs.” 

Rebecca grinned at him, planting three kisses in quick succession: forehead, nose, lips. It was so fast he didn’t process what happened until she was wrapped up again in his arms. This was right. This was what should’ve been. What could’ve been if Marc didn’t allow himself to get in the way, how it would’ve been if Marc hadn’t spent his youth as a rolling stone, a rambling man. She wouldn’t have bruised ribs he had to be careful around and her face wouldn’t be red and raw.

“We can stop, Beccs, if you want” Marc assured her, his fingers drenched in her, rubbing his slicked up hand along her thigh, under her sweatpants.

“I don’t want to stop” She turned back to kiss him, gently biting his lip. “Do you?”

Marc returned the kiss, feeling bold enough to quickly suck on her tongue, rewarding him with a moan from her mouth. “No way”

Despite this, Marc didn’t make a move to undress her, he continued rubbing her thigh, kissing her and caressing her body. Rebecca knew he was nervous; worried he’d hurt her, worried, he’d do the wrong thing. He wanted to take care of her the way he always had. She rolled over to face him, happy to see his handsome, youthful face. “Can I help you baby?”

Marc looked at her with awe and wonder, only capable of nodding. He watched as she reached back down her pants, touched herself for a moment as her free hand pulled his length from his own restraint. When her hand withdrew from between her legs, Rebecca’s come coating her hand and fingers, she wrapped that hand around his cock, a gasping Marc having to stop himself from coming right there. “Fuck, f-fuck baby”

Rebecca kissed under his jaw. “See how wet you make me?” Instead of an answer, a loud whine escaped him. He was completely at her mercy, he would do anything she asked, forever and always. She shuffled down her pants just far enough to allow him access, lining Marc up at her entrance. She lifted a leg up over his hip, giving his access. “Marc, honey, you’re shaking… are you okay?”

He nodded vigorously. “I just… I never thought I’d be this close with you.”

“Can I pull down the blanket? I wanna see your face.”

Marc nodded again. The air outside their little world was brisk and cold, but the light allowed them to see each other clearly. She didn’t want to miss a minute of this. She ran her fingers through his hair, reveling in the thick curls. “Can I ride you, baby? Would that be alright?”

Marc wondered if he was dead. She wanted to ride him? Not only did she want him, but she wanted to take care of him. “Please?” He pathetically whimpered out, all his bravado was gone. He existed completely and wholly for her. 

Rebecca shucked off her pants, laying Marc on his back as she straddled him. He was so beautiful, the light of the moon bathing him, illuminating his features; he looked like he was born under it, belonged to it, was destined for it. Rebecca continued kissing him, every moonlit feature she could find. “Are you sure honey?” When Marc again begged for her, she lowered herself onto him.

A choked sob escaped Marc’s pretty little mouth as he felt her swallow him, wet and smooth and soft. He opened his eyes to see her wincing. Marc reached up to touch her face. “You alright, Beccs? I don’t want to hurt you”

When she looked down at him, she was smiling, adoration lighting her eyes, love for the man under her. “Oh sweetheart, I’m perfect.” When she sank down, feeling him buried fully in her sheath, they moaned in unison. Marc was her first, but she was no stranger to penetration and began to move on him quickly. They remained chest to chest, two layers of all-too thick clothing separating them. Their mouth’s never left each other, their hands exploring their bodies that seemed so new, yet so familiar. They knew each other, seen each other in swimsuits and underwear, bodies familiar and comfortable to their touch. Years of close friendship, codependency, and blurred lines of friendship and attraction, all came together. There was no doubt in either of their minds in this moment. It was love. Maybe it was always love, that something beautiful bloomed the moment he opened his door to find her with that terrible food. They were interconnected by their souls for the better half of their lives, it was only fitting they were connected by their bodies. 

Rebecca had always believed that virginity was a silly thing to get hung up on, but she wouldn’t have had this any other way. There was no one she trusted more, no one she loved more than Marc Elias Spector. There was no one she would rather this be with. He was perfectly deep inside her, hitting that perfect spot. He was perfect. He was everything. She knew Marc was not done wandering, that when the lease was up and he knew she would be safe and warm, he would leave. There wasn’t any idea in her head that this meant they were together, that this was forever. No, that wasn’t who Marc Spector was. He had miles to before he sleeps, and miles to go before he sleeps… but this, this would always be them. One of several firsts they would only have with each other.

Marc gazed up at her, unbelieving that she had graced him like this, giving herself to him, trusting him… He couldn’t picture a better moment. Marc was so entranced, so enamored by the look of her, the feeling of her lips lavaciously kissing him as her wet cunt took him, he fooled himself into thinking this was forever, they were forever. He would never leave, he could never leave her, not after this. Not as long as she’d have him. Rebecca was everything, forever. Everything. His hands roamed her, claiming her, mine, mine, mine. He would never let anyone touch her if she gave herself to him. If she wanted, their bodies would be entwined like this the rest of their lives. Two beings, completely united as one. He would give up traveling, living in this god forsaken city, for her.

“Beccs, honey, I’m not gonna last.” His hips involuntarily bucked up to meet her.

“It’s okay baby.” Rebecca kissed him gently, lightly tugging on his hair. “I don’t want you too, come when you’re ready.”

Marc grabbed her hips, his touch still soft, he moved her along him.

This shot a spark through Rebecca, bringing her closer. “Fuck, just like that baby, take what you need, fucking take it.” 

“Want you to come again, Becca. Tell me what you need, please, I’ll do whatever you need.”

“Just keep doing that, Marc” Rebecca slipped a hand between their bodies, touching herself. She spread her fingers along her lips, feeling him enter her and the wetness between them. She massaged her clit with her left hand, her right hand on Marc’s face.

“Fuck, say my name again, please” He begged.

“Marc” A kiss on the side of his head. “Marc” otherside. “Marc” Neck. “Marc” His lips. She chanted his name into his mouth as she kissed him, until it melded into a moan, swallowing the sounds of the orgasm her tightening cunt drew from him. Years latter, both would reflect on this, the stupidity of two teenagers having unprotected sex and coming inside. Neither had been taught about female birth control or plan B, and barely knew what a condom was. But right then, it felt right, they felt like the entire universe existed only in that moment, in that tiny, shitty studio, and between their two bodies.

Rebecca turned her back to him, and Marc wrapped his arm around her the way he had done for 2 decades, the way he had last night while she cried herself to sleep. She settled right in, sighing in contentment. This is how it should have always been.

Right before he fell asleep, finally able to relax, knowing she was safe, he heard her.

“Marc… Do you ever think about that night?”

“All the time, Beccs. All the time.”

When he was sure she was asleep, Marc closed his eyes. It wasn’t often he prayed, but this was a special occasion. She was safe. She was here, with him, safe. With a soft whisper, he said the words he remembered his dad praying after the safe return from a travel. 

“Baruch ata Adonai, Eloheinu melech ha-olam, ha-gomel t’chayavim tovim she-g’malani kol tuv.”

(Blessed are You, Lord our God, ruler of the world, who rewards the undeserving with goodness, and who has rewarded me with goodness.)

Rebecca was his goodness, she always had been, and he was so blessed.

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[kusin-tisdag]

Holy hell!

Well, since I'm forbidding myself to play my game until the new ep drops and I've managed to edit and post everything I have - I have in the meantime been going through my game to set it up for the next gen. I'm downloading mods, fixing my CC and also looking through all the NPCs and families I have in game. And this girl shows up.

She is a bit edited (I've used a few new presets on her) but she is pretty much what happens when Geoffrey Landgraab has an extra-marital affair with Brytanni Cho.

Meet Sally Landgraab Cho. the most stunning Sim my game has ever generated!

(she has a sister too, I should see if I can find her and post her as well)

[melis-writes]

THIS REQUEST OMFG MELIS

So one day Michael says he’s going away for a few weeks for business. Obviously by this time, Victoria and Sonny have a fully fledged relationship and affair that nobody has caught onto or figured out about.

Connie is away to NYC with Sandra and their kids. Vito and Carmela are away on vacation with Giuseppe and Ludovica and the guards are off as well while Fredo is dead perhaps and Victorias brothers are in NYC and that Niccolò and Verona joined their grandparents on vacation. The catering and cleaning staff and chauffeurs are off as well.

That leaves the Lake Tahoe compound and estate completely empty for other than Victoria and Sonny… Sonny excuses himself from going to NYC saying he’s going to do some things round the house yknow men things and Victoria’s parents tell her to have some chill time to herself without the kids there and some relaxation without Michael there too…

As the security is away, Victoria knows how to defend herself thank you very much, she and Sonny continue their relationship and affair openly at Lake Tahoe as nobody is there to notice or find out…

They have sex in the living room, dining room, kitchen, pool, yacht, gardens, the cellar, all the rooms in both Victoria’s compound and Sonny’s compound and there is obviously no cameras or security there to catch them… they have a few rounds in each place over those few weeks… they can be as loud as they want and even walk around naked…

But they also have a few rounds in VICTORIA AND MICHAEL’S MARITAL BED 👀🔥👀🔥👀🔥👀🔥

Ofc not long after those sex and love filled weeks together alone, Victoria finds out she’s pregnant and smiles knowingly at the fact it’s undoubtedly Sonny’s baby…

Down astronomically bad for Victonny… WOW. 😶😶 This is as scandalous and steamy as it gets, ESPECIALLY the marital bed part. 😈🙏🏻

Embroiled in your secret affair with your brother-in-law for well over a year, there’s no part of you that wouldn’t use the opportunity for privacy and to get away from hecticness of life and work just to be with Santino.

Even  just standing there and hearing the words you’d been anticipating for weeks to come out of Michael’s mouth telling you; “The Molinari family is expecting Tom and I for business in California. It will be only be for a few weeks as their guest, however…” The rest you completely drowned out.

It was the tingling rush of excitement and relief going through you at the sound of Michael’s absence—not because you had no love or respect for your husband despite your affair you’d never second guess or give up on, but because every part of you yearned and ached in desperation to be with Sonny without all the extra precaution.

Despite sneaking away, pretending to be busy and meeting up elsewhere among the many things you and Sonny did and do to savour every moment spent with one another, not a single soul has even caught wind of slight suspicion about the two of you.

Rarely does it ever align that you and Sonny are completely left alone at the Lake Tahoe compound, but with less family on the grounds of the estate also means less security and enforcement.

Of course, your regular patrol and security will be around the perimeters of the estates closely, but their concern does not lie with the privacy of the residents inside and what they do.

Your own family lives in Long Island and visits periodically every three months for a week whereas Vito and Carmela also spend half of the year back at the Corleone mansion in Staten Island as well.

Newly married to Leonardo, Connie spends most of her time in New York City with her husband frivolously shopping, dining and travelling most of the time and the twins are equally spending time with both of their grandparents while Michael is away.

Naturally due to the lack of family at Lake Tahoe, there’s a paid break also provided for the chauffeurs and catering staff, leaving almost the entire compound empty.

You’ve always been insistent on not having staff do everything around the estate at least for your family, seeing no need for a private chef or chauffer either but none other than Sonny know as to why your insistence on not having them near you much at all has grown more demanding.

Sonny himself would accompany his wife Sandra and the children to visit their in-laws for a few weeks back in Hell’s Kitchen, but excused himself with his own work and being left in the charge of the estate during Michael’s absence.

“Peace and quiet, eh?” Sonny smirks, leaning against the doorway of the study. “Not somethin’ we get so often here like you’d think.”

“Just the way you like it,” you tease back, walking out of the study.

Sonny smacks your ass firmly just as you walk past him, following you. “Just me and  my wife here for the next three weeks like nobody’s business, huh. Except now…” Sonny embraces you from behind, chuckling. “She wants to play hard to get and tease me.”

“I do no such thing,” you purr, leaning your head back and stealing a wet kiss from Sonny’s lips. “You came prepared.”

“You have no idea.” Sonny breathed hotly over your shoulder, looking down the hallway with you. “I got this whole place to my damn self with you. It ain’t a damn fantasy anymore.”

“A-anywhere…” Your breath hitches as you gaze down to see Sonny’s hands roaming up your blouse, squeezing your breasts through your bra.

“I’m gonna take my time with you.” Sonny whispers against the nape of your neck, inching your bra down your chest. “Get a good taste and feel of that sweet pussy… Mike’s car barely took off and you were back in the bathroom suckin’ me off in a heartbeat. Think I should reward you for that.”

“Oh, please.” You whine softly, pressing your back against Sonny’s body only to feel his erection poking against your ass. “I’m yours. I’m all yours, baby. Fucking take me wherever you want.”

“Anytime Mike wants to enjoy a cigarette by the window or sit on the couch—” Sonny squeezes your face, giving it a little shake. “He’s not gonna know I fucked his pretty little wife here and there, is he?”

“Never,” you moan back quietly, feeling Sonny’s free hand toying with your hardened nipple.

“Everywhere, baby.” Sonny’s quick to pull his hands off of you only to snatch down your pencil skirt off your knees before pulling you back.

“Do it.” You gasp out breathily, giggling and turned on by Sonny’s sexual aggressiveness and insistence on stripping you down bit by bit himself.

“For the next three weeks you’re gonna be walkin’ around with me completely naked.” Sonny roams his hands down your thighs, pushing off your skirt and panties by force. “I wanna see every bit of you whenever I want. You got this—” Sonny smacks both of your ass cheeks harshly, “fine fucking ass and these—” his hands then move to squeeze your breasts, fondling them. “Tits and they’re all mine, baby.”

“Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes!” You whimper, practically squirming from arousal in Sonny’s grasp.

With nobody, not even your private hired security to gain suspicion as to how long Sonny and you spend in Michael’s estate, moving from there to Sonny’s back and forth for the next few weeks, everything is set in perfection.

Every ounce of sexual frustration and heated desire built up in the two of you is released in every corner of the house both of you only teased and imagined each other fucking in; nothing is off limits.

“O-Oh my God, YES! Y-yes!” Stuttering from the overstimulation, you shriek out a load moan as you bounce up and down on Sonny’s cock—held in a full nelson position. “YES!”

With Sonny’s arms over your thighs and gripping the nape of your neck, your legs are fully spread and up in the air as you’re helplessly fucked on the leather couch you spent so many evenings cuddling up with Michael on.

“You fuck so good, you know that?” Sonny growls in your ear, pounding upwards into your pussy ruthlessly. “Mine, your pussy is mine, isn’t that right?”

“Y-yes, yes!” You nod frantically, unable to stop the quivering in your thighs from edging back your orgasm multiple times.

“Wanna cum on this cock already, huh?” Sonny grunts, smacking your thighs again and again.

“I-I want to, I want to!” You pant, feeling your skin redden from the spanking and your ass slapping back down against Sonny’s waist. “P-please let me—”

“Tell me how much you fuckin’ love this cock.” Sonny pulls a fistful of your hair back, maintaining his swift and quick thrusting. “I know you want it more than Michael’s, don’t you?”

“I do, I—yes, yes!” You squeal, curling your toes from the waves of immense pleasure coursing through you. “I want you m-more—more than Michael. More! I want—” You shakily glance down at Sonny’s thick cock, all ten inches ramming into you. “I want your cock so much!”

Sloppy fucking only continues over the dining table barely three hours later with neither of you having enough.

Keeping one thigh up on the mahogany table and clutching onto the corner, Sonny kept one knee planted firmly on one of the dining tables and a perfect view and angle of your ass.

“I’ve never wanted someone as badly as you.” Sonny breathed over your back, having you completely pinned down on the table. “So fuckin’ much, baby. God, you drive me crazy.”

“Sonny, S-Sonny—” Your voice quivers with each rough thrust in your ass and Sonny shoving three fingers into your dripping pussy. “Oh my God, yes… Like that—right there. Oooh!”

Switching back and forth on both holes, your body gives into Sonny again and again, careless to squirt and let your cum drip off the wood.

“Keep cummin’ baby. Show me how much you fucking like it,” Sonny grins devilishly, spreading your ass open. “Don’t waste a single drop for me.”

Just as Sonny licked up the mixture of his and your cum out of your dripping pussy, he made you watch himself lick the rest of the mess off the table too before tongue kissing you sloppily to let you taste yourself.

Even pumping you full of his cum with no regard to any chances of pregnancy, Sonny refused to let a single drop go to waste over the kitchen counter.

“Deeper, yes!” You screamed out in pleasure, pushing your hips back to meet every inch of Sonny’s cock again and again.

“If it was up to me, I’d never come out of your pretty pussy.” Sonny exhaled sharply, obsessed with the way your tight, wet heat contracts over his shaft. “Take it in like a good girl, yeah baby, every single inch. Fuck, yes!”

Just as nowhere is off limits to fuck and please each other limitlessly, there’s nobody and nothing to stop neither you nor Sonny from using Michael’s silk ties as a blindfold on his and your own marital bed.

Pumped with three rounds of cum, squirt and cum seeping into the bedsheets, thrown off blankets and wrinkled duvets, you’re all the more turned on and severely aroused from having a blindfold over your eyes as Sonny fucks you into bliss.

The sore, aching sensation in your pussy from spending the remainder of your day fucking by the poolside and on the coffee table in the yacht only intensifies your rushing orgasms coming out back to back and provides more stimulation altogether.

“I wanna taste that sweet, heavenly pussy—” Sonny abruptly pulls his cock out of you after spewing another load of his hot sticky seed inside your pussy.

“Sonny—” You gasp out as he shoves you back down on the bed and lifts your thighs in the air before burying his face into your pussy.

With your thighs shaking uncontrollably against Sonny’s head, you clasp both of your hands over your mouth to stifle out the screams of how heavenly it feels to have Sonny’s warm tongue slobbering over your engorged, aching clit.

Sonny hungrily licks and suck his own cum out of your pussy, letting his tongue in and out of you before drooling excessively against your clit and shaking his head between your legs to stimulate you further with his stubble.

With his and your cum dripping off of Sonny’s soaked chin, Sonny’s quick to pull your thighs back down and let his hips meet yours all over again.

“YES! FUCK! FUCK!” You grip onto the bedsheets with every bit of strength left in you as Sonny’s cock impales your pussy again.

“I know he doesn’t fuck you like me here—” Sonny pants heavily, putting your legs over his shoulders but continuing to push and move in further so that your knees touch your shoulders and your pussy is fully angled up. “I’m the one who fucks you so good, baby. Isn’t that right?”

Having never been fucked in a position like this and right over the side of Michael’s bed, you squirt out more cum helplessly as you feel the outline of Sonny’s cock burying itself inside of you.

Your pussy convulses against Sonny’s cock and with the sound of skin slapping against skin and the even louder sound your pussy squelching from cum and dripping wetness, the scent of sex emancipates in your bedroom and is pure music to Sonny’s ears.

Having had the best sex of your life back to back in those three weeks, it was no doubt as to why you constantly had Michael take you in the same position upon his return although both you and Sonny knew it would never be or feel the same.

You still maintained a healthy, normal sex life with Michael before and certainly slept with him before the day of his lengthy business trip arrived so none took it as a surprise weeks later to find out you were pregnant once again.

Only you and Sonny knew the truth, secretly smiling at each other behind everyone’s backs at the announcement.

Two and a half weeks later after the fuck fest around the compound, you rest your hand over your stomach and know without a doubt that you’re carrying Sonny’s first child.

[fideidefenswhore]

This was a very significant change in the way royal houses were arranged. As described earlier, for a century or more the king would leave his own lodgings and be escorted to the queen’s side if he wished to sleep with his wife. It was often quite a journey, because at Windsor and Westminster their bedrooms were in separate ranges and at Richmond they were on different floors. Henry had probably stopped sleeping with Katharine of Aragon when their marriage was put under legal scrutiny […] and his extra-marital affairs were arranged […] in discreet locations apart from the royal rooms. When he contemplated building new residences with Anne, the sleeping arrangements were to be very different. At Whitehall the king’s and queen’s bedchambers were not together, but at Hampton Court, for the first time, the royal bedrooms were close to each other and the nightshirted parade to the queen’s bedchamber came to an end. This arrangement was unquestionably to service the king’s lust for his new wife.

Thurley, Simon, Houses of Power, The Places That Shaped the Tudor World.    

[bridgertonbabe]

As much as I love every one of the benophie boys, I think william might be my favorite(in your hc worlds) I just love how mischievous yet lovable he can, so it would be great if we got an older teen/adult william drabble! Thank you for the writing btw, I know how hard a creative block can be and just know were just grateful for anything we can get in this tiny Fandom! So take as long as you need we can wait!

I just wanted to say thank you for being so supportive and understanding. I've been on the struggle bus creatively for a while now and it's been very frustrating because I sincerely want to write and update my works and be productive but my writer's block has just left me in a rut. Back in the summer I had all these plans to write a bunch of stuff in the lead up to Christmas, to be churning stuff out thick and fast and creating plenty of content but alas that hasn't come to fruition. I've had asks enquiring when I'll next be updating any one of my works or curious if I'd be contributing any holiday-related content and I've felt so guilty for not being able to provide an answer purely because hell I didn't have an answer for myself. So it's very kind and reassuring to receive these asks of people being understanding and I just wanted to say it really means a lot and I greatly appreciate it.

With that all being said, William is always fun to write for, due to how much of a fun lil shit he is. Here's a lil festive drabble set in the Teachers AU in which William continues to be the biggest stressor in his father's life;

Benedict loved all his four children with every fibre in his being. Charlie and Alex had both recently graduated university, both of them hard-working and dedicated in their pursuits in life, and Violet was perfect in every which way just like her mother, and William... well, William was William.

By no means did he love William any less. William was as much of a blessing in Benedict's life as Charlie, Alex, and Violet were and there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for his youngest son - but with that being said, William was the most notorious child in the entire Bridgerton family and his constant naughty antics was single-handedly the biggest source of grief in Benedict's life and had been ever since William had begun walking and talking.

All year round William caused chaos, but he particularly upped the ante during the Christmas season. When he was three years old his biggest mission was to push over their Christmas tree which he successfully managed to do multiple times that year, leaving Benedict to put it back up again and again and again. A couple of years later Benedict had discovered his young daughter crying in a sealed up cardboard box by the front door after William decided he wanted a different sister and had packaged her up in the hopes that Santa could trade her for a new one. During his years at infant and primary school whenever he participated in a Nativity play or Christmas concert he'd take the opportunity to loudly cry out a new word he had learnt that year, vocabulary which had included; penis, anus, fuck, and (most infamously of all after his teacher had welcomed the parents to the concert) nonce. One year he had preyed on Violet's fear of the elf on the shelf and kept moving the elf to unsettle and freak her out all the time before topping off his reign of terror when Violet opened her wardrobe and found William dressed up like the elf and giving her a sinister stare, causing her to scream and go running to Benedict and be left so frightened that she spent the following week sleeping in her parents bed.

Benedict had hoped that as William grew up that he might be capable of maturing - but he thought wrong. A running gag that had stretched on for years was a present being left underneath the tree for Violet with the tag claiming it was from her "real father", with William "accidentally" letting slip that Violet was the result of an extra-marital affair. On the first year he had pulled that stunt an inconsolable Violet had to be assured that of course Benedict was her real father and that her parents loved each other very much and would never cheat on each other. In spite of the upset he had caused, William continued the bit year in and year out, elevating it to now include Sophie receiving jewellery from her supposed lover, much to Benedict's chagrin.

So of course once the festive season came around again, while others were stressed with Christmas shopping and hosting their family during the holiday, Benedict Bridgerton's Yuletide stress was totally and utterly as a result of the dread he felt from whatever it was his eighteen year old son had up his sleeve.

"What's he pulled this year?" Michael asked.

It was Christmas Day and the whole Bridgerton family was celebrating together, the first time they had done so for a couple of years, what with Anthony, Colin, and Francesca celebrating with their in-laws during the previous Christmases. Dinner had just been finished and everyone was spread out across the large home Violet and Edmund resided in. While everyone else was enjoying the festivities, Benedict was keeping a constant eye on his youngest son to see what he would do.

"Nothing yet." Benedict replied. "Which makes me only more worried."

So far the only things William had done were return from his first uni term with newly dyed red hair and white frosted tips ("tis the season" had been his shrugged explanation), as well as send a Christmas card pretending to be Sophie's make-believe lover in which he begged her to run away with him and bring Violet too so they could finally be a family. Benedict just knew that there was more to come. William simply couldn't plateau his typical Christmas shenanigans like that.

"So no gifts for shock-value underneath the tree this year?" Colin asked.

He was referring to Christmases gone by in which Alex had once unwrapped a copy of Oedipus Rex, leading to both Alex and Charlie to whack William around the head for being gross for what he was implying, as well as another Christmas in which Charlie had unwrapped a present that had resulted in Benedict shouting on Christmas morning; "YOU ARE FOURTEEN YEARS OLD! WHY THE HELL ARE YOU BUYING A FLESHLIGHT FOR YOUR BROTHER?!"

"Fortunately not." Benedict said through gritted teeth.

"Shit. You think he's going to pull something here?" Eloise wondered.

Typically if William was suspiciously low-key on Christmas morning at home, it meant he had something dastardly planned for the day spent with the extended family. The most infamous incident had been the Christmas when the fire brigade had been called out after he had set off a fireworks in the living room - it was the most mortified and stressed Benedict had ever been because of his youngest son.

He gave a small nod to confirm Eloise's suspicion, his eyes still firmly fixed on William, who noticed his father's stare and sent a disarming wink back at him.

"What do you think he's got planned?" Michael asked.

"I have no idea. All I know is that he's plotting something."

Since returning from uni William had been curiously quiet and Benedict had come across him having hushed conversations on the phone as well as sneaking out of the house everyday and slipping back in later on. He truly couldn't fathom what it was that William had concocted this year and even dwelling on what he could have come up with was putting Benedict on edge.

Suddenly there was the jingling of bells and everyone's attention was brought to William, who had stood up with said bells in his hand.

"Hey everyone! If you could all gather round. There's a little something I've prepared which I hope everyone will enjoy." he announced.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god." Benedict fretted, already holding his head in his hand, dreading what exactly his son was about to do in front of everyone.

What if he had gone to the extreme lengths of hiring an actor and bringing him along to introduce as Violet’s real father? Or what if he was going for something far more simple than that and simply drop his trousers to moon everyone in the room? When it came to William, the terrifying possibilities were endless. 

"Now if all the cousins don't mind assembling." William motioned to the front of the living room by the fire place.

Much to Benedict's confusion, all of his nieces and nephews, as well as his other three children all followed William's instruction, and all of them were smirking, giggling, and nudging each other as they convened together.

"Wait; has he roped them all in on it this year?" Colin frowned.

"Oh fuck." Benedict groaned - he wouldn't have been surprised if William had convinced other mischief-makers like Charlotte, Oliver, and Amanda to help him with whatever he had planned, and he could see William's younger cousins being influenced and following his lead, but the fact he had roped in his older cousins, his more mature and level-headed cousins, and even Violet had left Benedict flabbergasted.

"And if you oldies would like to sit yourselves down." William addressed to his grandparents, aunts, and uncles with a cheeky grin.

"No, no, no, no." Benedict was muttering under his breath has his parents, siblings, and in-laws began sitting down on the sofas and chairs facing the younger generation.

"Ben. Ben? Look at me." Sophie had appeared and reached out a hand to his cheek. "It's fine. It's going to be fine, okay?" she tried reassuring him. "Charlie, Alex, and Violet wouldn't go along with anything bad now would they?"

"But what if he's blackmailing them?" Benedict hissed. "What if he's blackmailing all of the ones who wouldn't normally go along with it?"

"Honey, I don't think William has that much influence."

"Hey, mum?" William called out. "Could you save telling dad you're leaving him for a few minutes please?"

"Now, William!" his grandmother warned with the shake of her head.

"Apologies, Old Violet." William smirked, using the nickname his grandmother abhorred and received an unimpressed glare from her. "Now," William beamed to the rest of the group and pulled out a conductor's baton from his sleeve, "this is dedicated to you, grandpa." he addressed his grandfather, with the family patriarch's jaw dropping in elated surprise. "This is our present to you."

William then turned back to the thirty-four other grandchildren of Violet and Edmund, clearing his throat performatively and holding his hands up ready to begin conducting.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god." Benedict muttered under his breath, bracing himself for whatever it was that his son had organized.

Sophie clutched his hand in hers to provide him comfort as much as she was trying to alleviate her own anxiety.

"And a one, and a two, and a one, two, three!" William said quietly, waving his baton before commandingly pointing it.

"Holidays are coming," the older male cousins at the back of the group began to chant, "holidays are coming, holidays are coming,"

"Tis the season!" Amanda and the Bassett girls sang when pointed to by William.

"Watch out!" the younger cousins chorused. "Look around! Something's coming, coming to town!"

"Coming to your town!" Amanda and the Basset girls chimed in again.

Benedict and Sophie's mouths both hung wide open with the ongoing harmonies and just how good it sounded. The youngest cousins were ringing bells, bouncing their knees excitedly in time with the song, and every last one of Edmund Bridgerton's grandkids had the biggest smile on their face.

"Something magic! In the night! Can't you see it? Shining bright!" they continued, all the while the older male cousins kept up the "holidays are coming" chant.

"Shining bright!" Amanda and the Basset girls as well as Katie, Charlotte, and Violet sung melodically, the last note extending as more harmonies overlapped with la la las.

Benedict and Sophie's amazement was mirrored in the faces of the rest of the older Bridgerton siblings, their partners, and Violet and Edmund as the grandchildren continued their collective choral efforts.

"Tis the season it's always the real thing!"

After a last few "holiday's are coming" William gave one last wave of his baton and the singing and jingling came to a unanimous end.

"Bravo!" Edmund jumped to his feet first, clapping madly and wearing one of the biggest smiles he had ever had on his face (which was saying a lot considering how generally smiley a person Edmund Bridgerton was). "Bravo! Bravo!"

"Oh... my god." Sophie breathed as the other adultier adults got to their feet to cheer and applaud.

Benedict stared in abject shock as William took a bow before being pulled into a crushing hug by his grandfather. He couldn't quite believe his son had done something that was entirely pure and wholesome. 

Growing up Edmund had always sung the jingle to the Coca Cola Christmas advert as he served up his children Coca Cola bottles at Christmas dinner, as per their little family tradition. He had never stopped singing it over the years so naturally his grandchildren were just as familiar with the classic advert's song and got as excited as their parents did whenever the advert played or whenever their grandfather sang it to them.

"I can't believe you all planned this!" (Old) Violet remarked.

"It was actually all William's idea." Amelia said.

"Yeah he was the one who organized it entirely." Miles added.

"Oh, William, my boy!" Edmund boomed and hauled his grandson into yet another bear hug.

William? Being so thoughtful for good? To have been plotting all this time and sneaking around all in the elaborate effort of providing a sentimental surprise for his grandfather?

"Oh my god." Benedict muttered.

Hell had frozen over, pigs were flying, and by all accounts his most meddlesome son had finally turned over a new leaf.

"Wow. William really played a blinder this year." Anthony said a little later on after they had watched their father give every last grandchild a massive hug.

"I know." Benedict nodded, still in a state of disbelief.

"He really blew everyone else's presents out of the water with that." Anthony continued. "You have to hand it to him. It was unbelievably impressive."

"Daddy?"

Little Mary had come up to her father and uncle and immediately they clocked the wobble in her voice and the way her eyes were filling up with tears.

"Oh, sweetheart, what's wrong?" Anthony asked, scooping her up in his arms and cuddling her.

Mary gave a sad little sniffle. "W-W-William said that I'm only your second favourite daughter." she sobbed. "And th-that Violet's your favourite daughter and m-m-my half-sister."

Instantly Benedict heaved out a groan.

"Yeah. Yeah, there it is." he shook his head - he should have known William couldn't not be a little shit for one Christmas.

"Oh, baby, your cousin was just teasing you." Anthony comforted his daughter.

"WILLIAM!" Benedict bellowed out and marched over to his son for his regularly-programmed Christmas bollocking.

[cosmicstarlatte]

Beel A-Z Smut HCs (Obey Me!)

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My personal headcanons using this [prompt list]

The goal is to finish the whole list; you are welcome to request a letter so I get to it faster. I will work on it as quick as I can but keep in mind I do have a life & responsibilities lol. ^^

Last Updated: Oct.1.2023 (6 out of 26)

⚠️Notes: I'll tag any sections if needed. If you think a section needs a tag, kindly let me know.

A: Affair (Describe an extra-marital affair)

B: Birthday (Describe birthday sex)

C: Compliments (Mid- and post-sex compliments)

D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)

You only went into the kitchen for a snack & you somehow ended up pushed against the counter with Beel dry humping your ass. Still, the gentle(?) giant wouldn't let go of the devil croissant in his mouth & managed to swallow it with another bite. "Mmph. Sorry. C-couldn't resist." You moaned as you felt his cock twitch against you, desperately wanting more. His arms were wrapped easily around your waist. "C-can I?" He asks as he continues grinding & a hand slipped to reach for your waistband. "Beel what if someone walks in!" You whined yet still pushing up against him. He swiftly pulled your bottoms down, "...it'll be really quick."

E: Experimenting (Trying something new)

F: Firsts (First time having sex together)

G: Gentle (Describe gentle/loving mid-sex gestures)

H: Handsy (When they can’t keep their hands to themselves)

I: Initiator (Who initiates most of the time? How?)

J: Jealous (“Claiming” a partner)

K: Kitchen (Describe a sex scene in the kitchen)

L: Likes (What they like in the bedroom)

M: Morning (Describe morning sex)

N: Never (Things they would never try)

O: Orgasm (Describe coming--who comes first? What do they say? How does the other person know it’s approaching?)

You're always going to cum first about 90% of the time. The only exception really being if you decide to just give him a blowjob. Anyway Beel's a giver, he loves to eat, we know this already! He could stay eating you out for hoursss. He's the type to say thank you & ask for more when you cum on his tongue. He tells you how delicious you taste.❤️ Now if he's cumming, you know by the sudden gasp and low groan he always does, always pushing himself as deep as he can go & you always eagerly await the big load this giant gives you. :3

P: Playlist (A playlist for getting down and dirty; will probably include a lap dance song, a song for making love, and a song that represents their sex life)

Q: Quiet (Reaction to a quiet partner)

He doesn't really feel one way or another about it, he's just a big teddy bear that loves to make love with you.🙂 Of course the few sounds you do make when he stuffs his massive cock in you does turn him on, he prefers to see the pretty sexy faces you make as he fucks you senseless. ^^

R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)

Beel has his moments & he can be blunt. If you're dating, he'll tell you & ask, respectfully, if you want to fuck lol. If you're not together quite yet... well, he's going to be a little clingy & you'll notice him smelling you a lot more often like some tasty snack he can't wait to have. He'll have a flushed face & somehow eat more than he already does until something is finally done about it.

S: Safe Word (How often is the safe word used? Why?)

T: Teasing (Who’s the tease in the relationship? What do they do? How often?)

U: Undressing (Strip teasing a partner)

V: Videos (Sending NSFW videos to each other)

W: Wedding Night (Consummating the marriage)

X: XXX (What kind of porn does the person watch? How often?)

He's not too picky & usually finds whatever is on the first page or two of a porn site. Sometimes he will look at food porn but tbh it's a lot more distracting & he always ends up feeling hungry after it. He doesn't really watch it that often & prefers to imagine his own little scenarios in his head.

Y: Yawn (How they sleep post-sex)

Z: Zoo (Their animalistic qualities in the bedroom)

tags: biting, breeding He's a biter, he loves to mark you in so many ways. Some are soft bites & others are harder love bites. He loves to leave his scent on you!!! Also sorry if he does get just a little rough, he can't help it when you look so small, all he wants to do is breed you. He loves doggy & the mating press, please let him go wild with you ♡

[denimbex1986]

'Oppenheimer is one of the biggest movies premiering this week and with Christopher Nolan as director and a star-studded cast including Cillian Murphy, Florence Pugh and Robert Downey Jr, the movie is set for global success.

The film follows the story of American scientist J Robert Oppenheimer and his role in the development of the Atomic Bomb. It is based on the Pulitzer Prize-winning book, ‘American Prometheus: The Triumph and Tragedy of J. Robert Oppenheimer, written by Kai Bird and Martin J. Sherwin.

Cillian,47, plays the titular role alongside Florence, 27, who plays the woman he had an extra-marital affair with - Jean Tatlock. Ahead of the film's premiere the actors have faced backlash over their on-screen relationship and their 20-year age gap.

Age gap relationship on or off screen certainly isn’t anything new to Hollywood so why is it that people feel so strongly about the pairs coupling in this film? In real life the couple’s age gap was actually around 10 years so it’s understandable why critics are calling it a ‘miscast’.

However, fans have come out to defend Florence playing the role, as one person wrote on social media “[Jean] Tatlock was 22 years old when she started dating Oppenheimer and 29 when she died”. The movie follows Oppenheimer’s life over decades and Jean is only in the film for part of his life so it makes sense Florence who is 27 years old would play Jean throughout her 20s.

It’s not the first time Florence has been embroiled in an age gap debate. The British actress was in a relationship with 'Scrubs' actor Zach Braff who is 21 years her senior. The couple dated for three years and would often have to defend their age-gap relationship. Speaking to Harper's Bazaar Florence said "We've been trying to do this separation without the world knowing because it's been a relationship that everybody has an opinion on."

There have also been many films that have seen enormous age gaps on screen but no one really batted an eyelid.

In the film ‘As Good As It Gets’ Jack Nicholson was 60 when co-star Helen Hunt was 34.

Scarlett Johansson was 18 when she played opposite Bill Murray, 52, in ‘Lost in Translation’ and Elizabeth Olsen was just 31 when she starred in ‘Wandavison’ alongside Paul Bettany, 49.'

[merrock]

CHARACTER INFORMATION

face claim: Mark Consuelos.

full name: Rafael Cristian Bardales.

nickname(s) / goes by: Rafael, Raf, Boss.

pronouns & gender: he/him, cis man.

sexuality: straight.

birth date: November 15, 1970.

birth place: Amalfi, Italy.

arrival to merrock: moved to Merrock in 1999 from New York City.

housing: downtown. occupation: lawyer & real estate mogul.

work place: Bardales Inc.

family: step-daughter, Devika & daughter figure, Reyna.

relationship status: single.

PERSONALITY

People who know Rafael describe him as a witty, bright human being with a spark for life and a love of laughing. Those who have never met the guy wouldn't believe it. In the court room, he is cold, calculating, very to the point and damn good at his job. But away from it, he is one of the most compassionate, giving people that you will ever meet. He can be a bit blunt and forthright, and his head is almost always in paperwork or on his phone. He might forget to slip out of lawyer mode when he steps into the café, but he'll pay for your latte without you needing to ask.

WRITTEN BY: Katie (she/her) est.

BACKGROUND / BIO

Rafael was born to the sort of parents that make people believe that true love exists. Lorenzo, an architect from Mexico was visiting the Amalfi Coast for a ritzy party that Bella, a local midwife, was attending, and the rest is basically history. They added their beautiful baby boy, Raf, and easily had the picture perfect family.

Add some things in there about a pimply-faced boy who liked to play lacrosse and soccer but was way, way too smart to ever chase it professionally, politeness drilled into him from the moment he was old enough to talk, a head for business and a heart for doing the right thing, and someone had Rafael pinned down to a T. His younger years were fairly typical for someone his age and status, and it wasn’t until he hit his teen years that he really pinned down what he wanted to do: law. He was easily accepted into the University of Bologna (after all, he had graduated as valedictorian), and then soon after accepted an invitation to study abroad at Columbia University Law School, where he quickly reached the top of his class, and graduated with flying colors.

It didn’t take Rafael long to land a job at one of the most prestigious firms in the city, and it didn’t take him much longer than that to really settle into the lifestyle. He had the penthouse suite, the luxury car, the doorman that said good morning and good evening every time he set out on adventure, and perhaps most importantly: the tabloid romance. Well, it would have been, if they were both starlets and not lawyers. Although his partner was well known and had a reputation as being the best in her firm, she still gave him a second look, and the two began a relationship that quickly moved from dating to marriage in the blink of an eye. Rafael truly was living a blessed, perfect life.

But as his father had often warned him growing up, it truly only takes one bad day for things to go wrong. Losing a high profile (and high stakes) case sent Rafael into a tail spin. He lost his position at the firm, which sent him spiraling, spending more time at the bar than at home with his wife and family, leading to an extra-marital affair as well. In one fell swoop, it seemed he lost it all: the penthouse suite, his fancy cars, his marriage, his job, and his life in New York City.

Not many inquiries into openings at other firms returned any interest, except for one in a small town in Maine… and although he had no interest in moving to a place that got that much snow in the winter, he was curious. Rafael made the move to Merrock and settled into solving small cases, representing people who needed his help, and began to see an opportunity in this small town. He started to purchase small businesses and help them find their footing, becoming the landlord of several housing options downtown. Once business was really booming, he stepped it up a bit and opened his own company, Bardales Inc., which specializes in both law and real estate. Convincing his parents to move to town to retire, he set his father up as head of the board, and his mother with a beautiful bungalow by the sea to have friends over for afternoon tea, in addition to an estate for the whole family to call home (someday, when he finally retires).

Now, Raf’s time is split between winning cases for the little guy, helping to grow the town that he’s begun to love and call home, and working at developing new projects for… well, whoever is bankrolling them and pulling the strings. He has ambitions to be at the top of the food chain, and won’t stop until he gets there, but it doesn’t mean he can’t strive to be a good person on that journey.

[peakyblindas]

Lest ye be judged.

Matthew has tea with his sister and discusses the future Mrs. Dormer.

CW: Brief use of the N word, general racism and just shitty Period typical ideas.

Tags: @zablife @evita-shelby

It was no surprise to Matthew that his sister, Euphemia had found out who he was spending time with nor was he surprised, or impressed, when she told him she was coming to tea.

So now they sat, in an awkward silence, sipping their tea from the china set Matthew’s mother had given him as a house warming present, almost a decade earlier and it was their first time seeing use.

He spent no time at all in the house he had inherited, Barkley House was less of a home to him than the hotel room at Cliveden House, the grand hotel in the center of London.

Barkley House was in the countryside, a hours drive from the city, and while it was beautiful, Matthew had no desire to mill about meadows and paint landscapes.

“So..Your new beau..She’s Irish?”

Matthew rolled his eyes “Her Mother was, she was born in Birmingham.”

Judging by Euphemia’s expression, that didn’t improve her opinion. 

“And already has two children?”

Matthew sipped his tea “Yes.”

“By two men?”

“Yes.”

“Matty…you must know how that looks-”

Matthew set his cup down in the saucer with a dilprate thud “How does it look, Mia? How many bastards does Len have these days? Are we in double digits yet?”

Matthew wasn’t the only Dormer who people gossiped about, Euphemia’s husband, Leonard was a constant subject from the women’s book clubs to the men’s hunting groups, He had a taste for extra-marital affairs and Matthew was amazed his sister allowed it.

Euphemia glared “That isn’t the same and you damn well know it, The rumors are that her youngest daughter’s Father was a negro..”

She whispered the last word, like even saying it would curse her to hell forever. 

Matthew hoped it would, he hated the word and the malice in his sister's voice when she spoke it.

“Yes, Melody’s Father was a musician from New York.” Matthew shrugs “By all accounts quite the musical genius and a rather lovely chap.” 

“You do things just to try and drive Mother to an early grave.” 

“What a shame that would be, I'm sure..” Matthew mumbled into his tea. 

“Father won’t give you his blessing.” 

Matthew laughed

“As if I’d want it.”

Ronald Dormer made it clear from the moment Matthew was born that his youngest son was a mistake, he had meant to be the daughter that his mother always wanted, They already had two sons, a heir and a spare.

Matthew was an afterthought and a disappointment, And they never let him feel otherwise.

Even Barkley House had to be pulled from his Father’s talons by his grandmother, who bless her soul had been the only relative to ever show even an ounce of love towards him.

With her dead, his family were strangers to him.

“You’re dragging this family name through the mud.”

“Everyone knows I’m disowned..” He finished his tea and set it on the coffee table “Every family has a disappointment, I just managed to escape before Father forced me into the priesthood or into a asylum.”

“Perhaps he should’ve locked you away, because you’re insane if you think anyone will attend your wedding to that Irish whore.”

She set down her tea and stood up, leaving the room with a huff.

Matthew smirked, he hadn’t actually put too much thought into marrying Fawn, he knew she didn’t care either way.

But if it meant pissing his Father off, he might just go ring shopping.

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