#reverse age gap??? oh yeah

[moyazaika]

genie if there's one thing i love about your acc is how you write the darlings. i, for one, am not going to be docile and cute after being kidnapped. being snarky and slightly mean is what literally gets me going. i love the quips and the opportunity to say shit back and forth y'know?

like, oh you love me? enough to threaten to hurt my friends and family if i leave? well if you do that i won't like you, i might even consider my feelings for you akin to hatred. oh you want to strip my autonomy and build me into the person you want me to be? well i'm not just going to let you do that so easily, you're going to have to break that resolve more times before i even think about letting myself loving you willingly.

also the despair of finally being broken down, finally giving in, UGH, it's so good. the horror and the build up of the terror finally reaching its breaking point, is beautiful!! i hope this doesn't come across as mean to the last ask, but i really hope you don't stop writing your darlings the way you do because it's so GOOD

nonnie…………. i’m sobbing and on my knees,,

thank you for this fab ask im literally rendered speechless but just how badly You Get It.

i feel like one of the few ways the darling is able to retain or display any semblance of agency they hold is through how they talk to their yan,, and i also agree that it’s so much more fun when they have more to say!!! dynamics can be flipped on their head as the captor is the one who becomes powerless,, bc what do u mean ur using the only leverage (your own affection or attention or even LIFE) have against them?????

it’s so so interesting when a darling is able to recognise and wield that power!! and you’ve also brought to my attention i haven’t really explored that sort of stubborn defiant darling yet. brats, sure, but this is someone else entirely who would rather fucking die than give in. that sort of defiance can come from pride or fear, and i think i wanna try writing more about those sort of stronger nuanced emotions as well and the yummmmyyyyy dialogue that brings with it oh yEAHH

i love fun dialogue!!! it’s my fav part of writing. chances are all fic ideas i’ve ever had for all my oc’s begin as a series of sentences they say to each other so i’m touched to know u enjoy that <3333 :’)))

LITERALLYYY i feel like there needs to be a satisfying buildup for the “stockholm syndrome” device to pay off or it feels like a cop out sometimes?? it’s so much more interesting when a headstrong darling has been whittled down to utter resignation or submission OR a super anxious one has been coaxed out of their shell to be almost arrogant,,, i need my darlings to be like a pendulum the way they swing back and forth 💯💯💯

i love you thank you for letting me rant about this and being so sweet <33

[aha-chuu]

Here's the thing. "Renheng but Blade is immortal and nothing goes wrong" goes totally against the themes set up in HSR. But it's so fucking funny.

So, Dan Feng loves Yingxing whatever. They decide to make Yingxing immortal together and then BAM no one finds out (so no big crime to be arrested for) but there's two ways to play it. Either they have to slowly gaslight everyone into believing YX was a long life species this whole time, or they have to somehow pretend this is not YX, this is some other 100% naturally immortal dude and Dan Feng just has the Most specific type ever, to the point that he basically got his exes twin but immortal with a cooler haircut.

And with the gaslighting idea - I think it could work. No one's gonna notice that YX isn't aging for at least a few years, probably more since everyone they know is long-life and they likely have a warped perception of how regular aging works. So DF & YX just gotta wait like 5-10 years, slowly dropping hints that "oh yeah can't wait till our 150th anniversary!!" And Jing Yuan is like "... Hmm is that normal? That's probably normal?".

Cos also. Who's gonna mention it? Like it's gonna take so long for anyone to notice, is Jingliu gonna eventually sit them down like "you did a big sin didn't you" and then YX and DF just play dumb: "what??? Jingliu what are you on about? Is Mara eating all your memories of YX definitely being immortal this whole time?" So that's not good for Jingliu's mental health but whatever.

Anyway so Dan Feng and Yingxing have successfully scammed everyone but DF is still definitely the High Elder and absolutely no one wants him to be dating this guy. Also the dragon heart is missing cos it's in YX's chest and surely the Preceptors would check up on that? Like a renewal service? Some sort of 200-year check-up? Does DF have to take his bf with him so the aura is nearby? It's just a game of "how dumb are these guys?" Until all those preceptors reincarnate into ones who DF can convince "oh no the High Elder is supposed to give the dragon heart to their beloved. Yeah it's a ritual. Oh the immortality uh no Yingxing had that forever obviously".

Eventually YX is gonna get stabbed and he's definitely more immortal than everyone else. More gaslighting ensues probably, cos otherwise it's like?? He's just an abundance monstrosity (Jingliu is seeing red rn) and Jing Yuan has sussed it out at this point but yknow he likes YX; he prefers him being alive than dead. Jingliu is gonna stab YX for being an undying monstrosity and JY steps in - "nooo don't you know I mean ig your parents never told you but if uhhhh you suck enough dragon dick this is totally normal -" and anyway Sanctus Medicus get a lil fetishy sex crazed from that conspiracy theory.

Then later DF has to be reborn which is sad, but I like to think YX just takes like. A gap year from their relationship. He's a divorced old man he deserves a mid life crisis while DH gets the "plss don't fall in love this idiot guy again" speech from the other Vidyadhara but it's working like reverse psychology, DH is all "pshh I'm way too put-together for that!!" And anyway YX is still a hot piece of ass so DH fails immediately.

One day DH gets a dream memory about the whole sinning part of their relationship and has to come to terms with That™ meanwhile YX is sipping a mimosa while he's having a moral dilemma. "No babe it's fine it's like. Yeah it is a hellish sin but it's cute that you're so worried about it. No they can't try us for crimes we did so long ago don't worry" meanwhile JY is still dealing with the paperwork nightmare from YX's birth certificate definitely not being that of a long-life person's but ehh.

Basically fluffy unproblematic renheng where no one gets amnesiaed or tortured is great and good even if it laughs in the face of canon.

[damiansgoodgirll]

I just read “think I need someone older” and omg it was so so angsty and so so good! I was hoping to request sort of the reverse where Damian has a crush on reader (same age gap and everything) and he’s worried that she doesn’t feel the same and all of his conflicting emotions in having feelings for someone much younger than him. Angst would be great too but the ending is totally up to you! 🖤

omg love this idea! a little similar to the other one!

damian priest x reader

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!!

���️a little angsty, some feels, sexual tension, age gap between damian and reader

beautiful angel

damian felt like something was wrong with him but he couldn’t help it. he couldn’t stop looking at you everytime you were at the gym together and you were training with him or rhea. he couldn’t help but love your company, even if it was just for the amount of time he would drop you back home. he just loved being in your presence and he couldn’t understand why.

he felt weird for even looking in your direction sometimes. he was way older than you and in his eyes you were just a young spirit full of life.

you, being in your early twenties, wanted to live your life at fullest. you were building your own career in wrestling, you were trying to do as many fun new things and adventures as you could. and damian felt like if he tried anything with you, he would stop you from doing that.

he was attracted by you. not only by your looks, even if he thought that you were the most beautiful person he ever met, he was attracted by your personality, your kind and genuine self, your funny side, he was attracted by you.

he was happily looking at you as you were training with rhea. he didn’t know what you told her but he didn’t missed the laughs escaping her lips.

“you coming too damian?” rhea woke him from his dream.

“sorry?” he apologised, feeling like the missed all of the conversation you were having before.

“y/n asked us if we want to join her tonight, she’s going to this new club downtown” rhea explained “i’m definitely going”

“oh” he thought about it for a moment. he was a party boy. he never missed going to clubs and having fun but you two never actually went together so he didn’t know how he should behave “yes…count me in” he faked a smile that turned genuine when he saw you happily jumping in the ring.

once you all finished your training, damian offered to drop you off at home, as usual. he was so whipped that he even let you play your pop playlist in his car. he never done that for anyone except you.

“you and rhea went hard today” he laughed watching how tired you were.

“yeah…i think i’ll sleep for a bit and then i’ll get ready for tonight” you replied back.

“what time do you want me to pick you up?” he was natural. he could be your private driver and he wouldn’t care as long as he could spend time with you.

“oh…rhea said around midnight…” you thought about it for a moment. truth was that you didn’t tell them the complete truth. you weren’t going to the club just to have fun as you told the duo, you were going there because a boy asked you out but you were too scared of going alone so you tried to convince them to be your back up in case something happened.

you didn’t really want to meet anyone as you were happily enjoying your youth but when he appeared to ask you out, noticing how good looking he was, you gave yourself a chance.

“midnight…okay, i’ll text you once i’ll be down there” he smiled.

you couldn’t notice how kind he always was towards you. he never minded taking you home, going grocery shopping with you when you asked him, going to the theatre with you even when it was about stupid comedies that he hated. he always offered to train with you. he liked to push you to your limits but he never went to far, always checking in with you.

you couldn’t stop but thinking that all he did was just with you. you knew how close he was with rhea but never once in his lifetime he let her play her music in his car, not even when they both liked the same type of music. he did things for you that he wouldn’t do for anyone else and that feeling made you think.

“here we go angel” the little nickname he used for you made you blush. it wasn’t anything knew for you but yet, the way his voice sounded made you always feel butterflies that you couldn’t understand.

“thank you…see you tonight” you happily said, leaving a soft kiss on his cheek as usual before leaving his car and going strong into your apartment.

damian stood there for a moment. you always kissed him goodbye and to this day, he still wasn’t used to it.

with the biggest smile on his face, he drove back home.

once inside, he took time to wash himself and trying to distract himself from the thought of you. walking half naked in his home, he tried to think about anything else but he couldn’t. everything remained him of you. he went on instagram, seeing if any of his friends posted something new but somehow he always managed to find your profile and look at your pictures.

in his eyes, you were the most beautiful person he ever laid his eyes on but he couldn’t stop wonder what his family and friends would say if they knew he had a crush on you.

the age difference between the two of you was symbolic. hell, he could have been your big brother or father - almost - and he was worried that in your eyes, he was just an old man.

“fuck…” he cursed while scrolling down your instagram. there were pictures of you in your ring gear, in your bikinis, in your pjs. there were selfie with your friends and family. there were a few pictures with him and rhea too and he smiled seeing the sweet captions you wrote under those pictures.

you had him wrapped around your finger and you didn’t even know about it.

he was sure you were sleeping now and he tried to rest a couple of hours before getting ready for tonight, but his mind wouldn’t stop thinking of you. he wanted to text you but he knew he just couldn’t so instead he scrolled through all of your old messages, smiling from time to time when you texted him personal things or just stupid things you read online.

but right when he was thinking of you, he received the notification and that person was you.

rhea asked me if you can pick her up too tonight, she doesn’t feel like driving all the way downtown. she can be annoying sometimes :/

he genuinely smiled. just the simplest text could bring a smile on his face. he replied with an okay before starting to get ready.

he wore just a pair of black leather pants and a white shirt, his rings and necklaces being the main accessories. he looked one less time in the mirror before leaving his house and making his way toward your apartment.

he picked you up first cause he wanted to be able to spend at least 10 minutes alone with you before picking up rhea.

his breath caught in his throat when he saw you walking down the street with the cutest and hottest short green dress you’ve ever worn.

“dios mio…” he whispered. you were flawless. your make up matched your outfit. your hair falling effortlessly on your shoulders. your smile always present on your face.

“hey” you smiled at him before sitting on the passenger seat, knowing that later you would have to fight with rhea for that seat as she always hated sitting in the back.

he greeted you before driving over “that dress looks good on you” he tried to compose himself but your were making it hard, you were making him hard.

“oh thank you…” you blushed “ you don’t look so bad either” you made him laugh.

you could feel the tension while he was driving to rhea. it was like as if he was nervous to be in your presence.

he drove fast, not trusting his own thoughts. of course, rhea fought to be in passenger seat but damian wasn’t having any of that so the moment she stepped into the car, he drove towards the club.

he thought that maybe once there, he could use some distraction.

the moment you entered the club your eyes met the infamous boy you’ve been texting for the past few days. he wasn’t alone either. but before you could approach him, rhea led you and damian towards a little table in the corner, saying that over there you would have more privacy.

damian started to feeling a little uncomfortable. he was used to partying but he couldn’t put his mind together when he was around you.

“it’s a party rhea…let’s dance!” you shouted trying to speak over the loud music.

“i’ll drink something first, you go and have fun! damian are you staying here or are you going?” rhea asked t turning to face damian.

“i’ll order a soda…don’t wanna drink if i have to get your drunk asses back home” he tried to laugh about it but the when he saw boys looking at you, he just wanted to rip their heads off.

“fine…i’ll see you later” you smiled and waved them goodbye.

damian watched you while you were getting loose on the dance floor but when people started to join the party, he lost sight of you. you moved to the back, trying to see the famous boy you wanted to meet but when you saw him dancing with another girl, your heart dropped.

why did he even invite you if he didn’t want to see you?

you moved the bar, wanting to drawn your sorrow in alcohol. the guy at the bar saw how miserable you were and he pitied you so he offered you a strong vodka cocktail. you didn’t know what you were drinking, you didn’t even care, you just wanted to forget how excited you were for tonight and how stupid you were thinking that some guy finally thought about you.

while drinking you spotted rhea already on the dance floor, awkwardly dancing knowing that the clubs weren’t exactly her places. that brought a little smile to her face but the smile suddenly fell when you saw damian dancing with a woman.

no, not a girl. a grown ass woman.

in your eyes, she was beautiful. she was everything you weren’t yet. she had some cute wrinkles when she smiled. a blue dress that fitted perfectly her curves. damian’s hands were all over her body, from her back to her ass and you couldn’t shake those weird feelings away.

maybe it was the alcohol - you thought.

damian didn’t even know the woman’s name. she told him but he didn’t care. the moment he lost sight of you, his mind started to wander ;

what if you were making out with some guy? what if you wanted just to have fun and not have anything serious?

you were young after all, he would have perfectly understood if those were your intentions. but then he spotted you. a drink in your hand and an empty glass next to you, sign that it wasn’t your first drink. you were dozing off and when he looked at the time, he was shocked when the clock signed 2 am already.

two hours passed in what felt like ten minutes and he wondered what did you do all night long. he excused himself from the unknown woman and he walked towards you.

“mariposa…” his voice gently woke you from your own thoughts.

“hey…” he knew something was off.

“i hope you’re not abusing these cocktails” he joked making you chuckle a little.

“this is my second -…”

“third” the barman corrected you.

“oh right…third vodka cocktail…it’s good, it tastes like syrup but alcoholic” you joked, clearly drunk.

“and that’s my sign to take you back home” damian laughed, helping you off the bar stool and keeping a firm hand on your back to make sure you wouldn’t fall.

he signed to rhea and she happily left the dance floor “finally…my feet are killing me” she laughed but her face drop when she saw your condition “what’s wrong with her?”

“she’s drunk” damian laughed.

“i hate boys…” was all that came out of your mouth. your mind wasn’t even thinking at this point, you were just expressing your feelings.

damian wanted to know more about your outburst but the music was making it hard for him to understand your words.

he took you out and back to the car, rhea following behind. she was too tired that she didn’t even want to to fight with you for the car seats.

“why do you hate boys?” rhea asked laughing a little. she knew you could be a little dramatic sometimes.

“i was supposed to meet a boy here but when i saw him, he was dancing with someone else…and she was very pretty���very very pretty” you said half drunk.

damian was pissed. oh, he was beyond mad.

that guy didn’t even know how lucky he was to even be in your presence.

“she couldn’t have been prettier than you” damian whispered “you’re so beautiful, angel” he tried to cheer you up.

you genuinely smiled and put your hand over his bigger one.

too tired, rhea didn’t even know what was going on so she simply agreed with damian.

once rhea was back home, damian felt more at ease being alone with you. he finally could talk with you, comfort you or let you cry if you needed to.

“damian…” you called his name.

“yes?”

“can you stay at my place? i feel like i don’t wanna be alone tonight…” your soft voice said and he nodded, promising you that he wouldn’t have left you alone.

he gently helped you out of the car, his hand on your hips making sure you wouldn’t lose your balance. once inside you kicked your heels somewhere in the room, making damian giggle. he helped you sitting down on your big puffy couch and he gave you some water to drink.

“thanks…” you shyly smiled.

he sat next to you, gently covering you with your pink blanket.

“do you wanna talk?” he offered but you shook your head no.

“i just wanna a hug” at this point you weren’t even drunk anymore, maybe a little tipsy. you were miserable and embarrassed.

damian sadly smiled and opened his arms for you. he could hold you every night.

“it’s okay…” he whispered when he heard you sobbing “angel…it’s okay”

“it’s not…i thought that someone finally liked me…” you cried.

he wanted to scream how much in love he was with you but he didn’t want to overwhelm you know. and the worst, he didn’t want to ruin your friendship.

“hey…you’re young, you told me that you weren’t looking for a man, this was just a boy…you’ll find someone who can appreciate you, i promise you” he softly kissed your head.

“it’s easy for you…you’re hot and all the women want you, you don’t know what it’s like to feel attracted by someone only for that person to ignore you” you didn’t mean to be so rude towards damian, at the end of the day, he was just trying to help you.

“mariposa trust me…i know what it feels like” his words made you curious so you looked at him, letting him continue “i like someone who doesn’t like me back” he chuckled “and she’s the most beautiful person ive ever seen…”

“she’s stupid” you said making him laugh. if only you knew he was talking about you “does she know?”

“i can’t tell her…” he whispered.

“why not?” you were now invested in this conversation.

“i don’t wanna ruin our friendship, she’s special to me” damian tried to hold himself back when he saw your little face scrunch while you were thinking of something to say back. he found you adorable.

“i think you should take the risk…you’ll never know what she feels if you don’t tell her”

“it’s not that simple…i feel like i’m not good enough for her. she’s so full of life, and younger than me…i don’t know if she would like to date an old man like me” he spoke like he was really in love with this person and the fact that he couldn’t have her was hurting him.

“as long as she’s not a minor i would say, go for it” you made him laugh.

“i promise you, she’s not a minor” he couldn’t keep his smile off of his face “i feel like if i do something wrong i might lose her and i couldn’t handle it”

“you really like her uh?” you teased.

“more than you can imagine…” he breathed.

you thought that the situation was serious and you didn’t know why but you felt some sort of jealousy towards this mysterious woman. you’ve never thought about damian like that but you couldn’t stop imagining all the times he’s been sweet and kind with you.

“i wouldn’t mind dating someone older” you said, making damian’s head turning immediately to your face again “as long as he’s treating me right, as long as he respects me and loves me, age is just a number right?”

he looked into your eyes, trying to see if you were lying or if what you were saying was true “yeah…age is just a number” those words gave him a little hope.

there was silence between the two of you. you were both staring at each others, wondering if you should talk or not.

you broke the silence first “she would be so lucky to have you damian…the way you’re always generous and supportive, the way you care about others, i love how you always make sure everyone is okay before you check on yourself” you softly laughed “plus you give the comfiest hugs…i’d be jealous if she wouldn’t let you hug me anymore”

damian found your little confession cute, and even if you were still a little tipsy, he knew you and your words were sincere.

“that won’t happen trust me” his voice thick, sending shivers through your body “but maybe you’re right…i should tell her how i feel”

you nodded, feeling a little jealous about the woman he had a crush on but before you could speak, he gently lifted your chin up, making you look him into his eyes “i’m taking the risk now so please don’t freak out…but i like you, i’ve always liked you…and i know it might sound crazy but you’ve been on my mind since i’ve met you…”

“that was two years ago…” you whispered.

“yeah…i’ve been trying to tell myself that this was only a crush, that it would go away but two years have passed and i’m more in love with you than i was before because i got to meet you, i got to work with you and get to know you better…and i tried to get you out of my head because in my mind this thing couldn’t work, i tried to get with other women but everything reminded me of you” his thumb softly stroking your cheek, making you melt into his touch “this probably is gonna ruin our friendship or we can pretend nothing happened but i needed to say it, you deserved to know…”

you took his hands into yours and softly smiled at him. in that moment you realised that you didn’t need to look for any man, you already had one by your side, ready to risk it all just for you.

“please say something” he begged, worried that he might overstepped.

“i think i just realised how stupid i was for not noticing this before…i always complain and complain and you’re always here for me…you’re always here to support me and cheer me up and i’ve never noticed how much you actually care for me…”

“i will always care about you y/n…” that was all he said before you took control of the situation and gently pushed him to the edge of the couch, hoovering him and sitting on his lap. if you were sober you probably wouldn’t have the courage to do that so you thanked the vodka running through your body before touching his face with your small hands. one look at him was all you needed before softly kissing his lips. he melted into your kiss. his hands moving to your back, keeping you still while your hands moved from his cheeks to his long hair. tugging and playing with them, you both smiled into the kiss.

“i like you too damian…” you whispered making him chuckle.

“well i hope so”

“oh shut up” you joked before kissing him again. you didn’t mean to grind on his lap but when you did, you heard him moan into your mouth, making you shiver.

“fuck…” he whispered.

he needed to have you. he wanted to have you naked for him but not tonight. not like that, with you still half drunk. you made him hard but he knew he could take care of it, right now, he wanted to make sure that you were okay.

“y/n…” he softly said making you look at him “we should go to bed…”

“and?”

“and sleep” he laughed at your annoyed face “not tonight hermosa…i wanna take things slow with you, i wanna do this right”

you saw that he was being serious so you nodded, trusting damian completely, you knew he was going to treat you the way you deserved and you couldn’t complain - for once.

[beansprean]

My Familiar’s Ghost part 67

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ID: Flashback to vampire Guillermo's first hunt. 1a. Wide shot of a middle aged man who looks suspiciously like Paul Simms in a BOSS hoodie and jeans walking down a suburban street at night. 1b. Close up on the man as he looks over toward a rustling sound offscreen. 1c. Zoom out slightly as the man backs cautiously away from a large hedge at the edge of the sidewalk where the noise is coming from. He says, 'Hello? Hey, if you're tryna rob me, I don't have nothin'.' 1d. Close up on the hedge as a dark gap in the branches widens, a pair of orange eyes with slitted pupils glowing from within. The creature says, 'Nothing?' 1e. Wide shot of the street as the man is suddenly pulled headfirst into the hedge with a cut off scream. 1f. Repeat. A fountain of bright red blood spits out from the hedge and splatters on the sidewalk. 1g. Wide shot on the other side of the hedge. In the foreground, Guillermo, wearing a canvas jacket and his old oval glasses, is clutching the man's body to him as he drinks messily from his throat, fangs buried to the hilt as he makes loud gulping sounds. Behind him stand Laszlo and Nadja, the former of which is scowling and trying to wipe off a splatter of blood on the front of his coat. He clicks his tongue and scolds, 'Fledglings are always so messy.' Nadja, arm hooked on his elbow, leans into him with a flirty smile and says 'I remember your first blood-feast, my darling. You were like a wild, hairy beast!'

2a. Close up on Guillermo's open mouth as he detaches from the victim's neck and throws his head back with a satisfied exhale, blood staining his lips and chin. 2b. Zoom out, Guillermo lowers his head and stares past the viewer, a shaft of light passing over his eyes and making them glow a golden orange. His tongue flicks out over his teeth to savor the blood on them. 2c. Waist up of Nandor, standing awkwardly nearby in his leather tunic and cloak, startling out of the slight daze he had been watching Guillermo in. 2d. Reverse shot of Guillermo still crouched on the ground as Nandor says from offscreen, 'Well done, Guillermo.' Guillermo literally glows at the praise, eyes wide and face flushed as a disbelieving little smile creeps up on his face. He replies, 'Th-thank you, M-' Nandor interrupts him, 'But now since you have splattered this chatty man's unvirginal blood all over the place, I will have to hunt elsewhere.' 2e. Low angle wide shot as Nandor transforms into a bat and flies off, calling, 'Do not wait up.' Guillermo stares after him from below, blood-covered hand hovering in midair as he lets out a meek 'Oh, okay...' 2f. Panel of Guillermo back in the present in his fancy red sweater and new glasses, continuing his talking head. He has his arms crossed and face dark with frustration, scowling as he bites out '...Yeah, we've really reconnected.' /end ID

[sanjisblackasswife]

TIMI TIMI TIMI TIMI TIMI plEAASEEeeEeeEe can we have some bath sex with law👀👀👀👀👀

“𝔹𝕦𝕓𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝔹𝕒𝕥𝕙”

ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴅɪʟꜰ!ʟᴀᴡ

…I hope you don’t mind me using older Law😞💕

CW: Age gap(Law is 40, Reader is in her early 20s), Bath sex ofc, Reverse Cowgirl, Oral, Teasing

“You..wanna..take a bath ..together?”

“Yeah.” His lips landed on your shoulder, you shiver at his cool plump lips touching your warmed skin, his sudden moments when he is touchy like this never cease to make you flustered.

You sit stiffly still between Law’s large legs beside you in the tub, he washes your back and arms so carefully you swore he was somehow trying to get a rise out of you.

“Y’okay?” His low tone makes your body loosen into his touch. You’ve never taken a bath with him before. He’s usually has such a busy work schedule that you never have time to him for yourself so the proposal of it all was a bit foreign to you.

“I am..I just—oh!”

He kissed your neck again, his warm breath in contrast to you colder skin forces a small whine out of you. Law’s hands doesnt falter either, he forgets the towel in his hands and places his hands all over your body, from your neck, down to your breast in which he uses to squeeze so lovingly, his index finger and thumb are met with your erect nipple, tugging and pulling.

“Mmmm…” You sigh, your pretty soft voice bouncing off the walls of his tall ceiling bathroom.

Law always took his time with you when making love, such difference between him and your exes. They were your age, way more energy, always quick to get off without thinking of your satisfaction, but with him?

It’s like day and night.

He took his time, foreplay wasn’t in the bedroom with Law either, it was this morning when he kissed your shoulder as you put on your clothes, it was when he called you in his tired voice praising about how beautiful you looked today and he just had to tell you to get it off his chest, it was the way his warm hands lingered over your exposed skin when staring you down in the mirror. Almost like he wanted to eat you whole.

Law was a man of savoring all of you. And he plans to do it tonight.

His body is towering over yours even from behind while his arms keep you in place for him to play with you as he wanted.

While his lips traveled from your neck to your ear he whispers for you to stand up and lean over him.

Lost in the pleasure you slowly do so, not realizing how embarrassing you look standing over him, your soapy cunt right in front of his face and your hands are touching the cool tile wall.

Law glances up at you, biting his lip subtly he splashing some water to rid of the suds and waste no time in pushing you inside his mouth.

You jerk, almost losing balance but his hands under your ass and thighs kept you in place. He looked so slutty latching and suckling his mouth on your pussy. His cheeks going hallow everytime he slurped you up.

“L-Law!”

He uses one hand to squeeze twin fingers in. As if you didn’t feel overwhelmed enough he curled his fingers to milk you for everything you had. It was so embarrassing how easily he makes you squirt

and how much.

“C’mon…” He mumbles under the hood of your clit making your back arch, “Cum for me.”

You look down, his golden piercing eyes are so low lidded but looking right up at you, his head mouth side to side while he licks you. Replacing his fingers with his tongue he spreads your lips further apart, tongue fucking you to get you closer.

“I’M—!”

“That’s it, “ Law grunts, holding you with both hands now seeing as you just had to grab his hair, “That’s it, baby, cum..just for me you can do it.”

Your noises, the water splashing, his groans all were too much, you felt your body shake from above naturally, causing your knees to give out.

No worries Law catches you, bringing you down as you come down from your blissful orgasm.

“Here.” Without giving you a break Law aligns you down on his tip, he’s in no rush to start fucking you so he lets you just warm him for a bit, you felt more full than before, you swore if you were laying down you’d have a small bulge.

“Feel better?” Law teases a bit kissing your cheek as you lay in his neck, giving him small whimpers and clamping down on him. “Just relax”

His voice calms and arouses you all at the same time, so deep, so rasped, you just let him do whatever he wants to you.

You start to feel Law rock his hips, in an instant you begin to moan his name,

“Law….~.”

“I know…I know..”

He leans back, keeping you buried in his neck he bounces you up and down. Having a firm grip on your ass you wrap your arms around his neck, biting his shoulder a little.

He strains out a chuckle, you were always a biter, always making him have to explain his bruises to his colleagues the next day.

Skin slapping and hip snapping you felt so close again, but Law knew, so he slowed down.

“‘Wanna make it last…” He breathed out, throwing his head back you look up at him and turn around, “Wh—? Oh fuck—“

With such a beautiful view of your ass, halfway submerged in the body of bubbly water he grabs your hips. You wanted him to feel good too so you moved on your own.

“Good..girl—-shit!”

Law’s mouth was gapped, eyes were trying to stay on your ass bouncing on his pelvis but they kept rolling back, “Fuck fuck yes!”

You moan in delight, Holding on to the right of the tub you grind and move against him, and there was your orgasm approaching.

“M’close!” Law spread his legs wider, his grip on your getting tighter, “Cum—fuck—please cum with me!”

His voice started to break, his noises were almost prettier than yours. You pick up the place, water getting all over the floor as you both reach an orgasm together.

As you almost went limp, Law grabs you to lay flat against his chest, latching his lips onto yours, while rubbing circles on your clit to ride out your high.

He swallows your moans, The kisses got sloppy as well as his circles. Slowing down he pulls away to see your tired eyes. He smirks.

“Feel…better?” You weakly joke back at him making him laugh a little. He kissed your forehead, moving your body to be held just for a moment longer before taking you to the room, dry you off, and sleep bare in the comfy sheets of your bed.

Law loved baths with you.



[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Carpe Noctem 34/End

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, gaslighting, manipulation, violence, blood, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (short!reader)

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

You sit in the idling car, holding your hands up to the heater as it blasts. You glance up at the house, anxious. Should you go check on him? Or maybe… you look at the keys. You can just drive away. Alone.

Too late for all that. Just as your mind wanders down the country roads, Lloyd appears in the doorway. He tramps across the porch and bounds down the steps, his shoes kicking up dirt as he struts towards the car. 

He opens the door and swings himself in with a grunt. His knuckles are purple and swollen, his upper sleeve stained with even more blood than before. You tut and reach to touch the reddened fabric.

“I’m fine,” he insists as he shrugs you off, “don’t worry, sweet cheeks, you’ll get your hands on me eventually.”

You recoil and roll your eyes. He adjusts the mirror and his eyes narrow past it. You follow him as smoke seeps out through the open doorway. You frown and reach for the car door. The locks clunk into place.

“Baby cakes, you got a big heart but those people don’t deserve your pity,” he shifts into gear and hits the gas, reversing with a sharp veer that has you pressed against the door. “We’re done here.”

“Wait, Lloyd, what did you do?”

“I saved your sweet ass. I’m not gonna lie and say it wasn’t imperative to me. Can’t let that jiggle go to waste, you know?” He snickers at the road as he steers away from the smoking country house.

You crane to see behind you, a glimmer of orange in the left window before you’re too far away to make out much of anything. You feel a tap on your thigh and sit straight as Lloyd’s hand rests there. He squeezes and gives a growl.

“Get your belt on, sweetheart,” he girds, “last thing I need is you flying through the windshield after I went to all that trouble.”

You gulp and click the belt into place. You can’t help but agree with that sentiment.

“Where are we going?” You ask.

He laughs again as he steers casually with one hand, his foot heavy on the pedal, “oh, you don’t have to worry about that.” He rubs your thigh, letting his hand slip between them, “we both just saw what happens when you take care of yourself, huh?” He squeezes and hums, “I’m not that soft dicked cop or that mummy’s boy farmer,” he taunts, “you belong with me, mimi… you belong to me.”

You stare at his hand then lift your eyes to the road. You peer over at the streaking landscape and shudder. Compared to the alternative, to Johnny or Cole, he’s not the worst you could do. Besides, with him, you don’t have much of a choice. You’re pretty sure you’re more than just a fling now, you’re an accessory to murder.

🌙

The adrenaline drains from you and has you slumped in your seat, snoring against the door as you forget the world whipping by you. You dream of the farmhouse and Beverly’s scissors. You awake with a start as the soothing motion slowly and you blink at the night.

Lloyd turns into a driveway, rolling up to the dark house. You grumble and shift in your seat, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. He shuts the car off and sits in the blackness.

“You awake, sugar tits?” He asks.

“Yeah,” you croak. “Where are we?”

“The only thing you needa know about where we are is that you’re safe. Stay close to me and you always will be.”

He undoes his seat belt and you do the same. He unlocks the doors and you let yourself out, stiffly standing as you rub your lower back. You turn to look at the neighbourhood lit with cones of light pouring from tall poles. You’ve never been here before. You must be far from home.

What home?

You follow Lloyd’s shadowy figure towards the front door. He stops to key a code into a number pad and it flashes green. He pushes inside and flips on the light. You shuffle in after him, rubbing the kink in your neck. He sighs and shuts the door as it locks automatically.

“Is… this your house?”

“One of many,” he intones, “didn’t I mention that before?”

You frown and peer around, “no…”

He chuckles, “no? Don’t know how that didn’t come up. I guess I didn’t take you for a gold digger.”

“I… I’m not,” you face him, appalled by the suggestion.

“Relax, I’m not saying you are, I’m just saying, you never asked.”

You clamp your lips and shake your head. He plants a hand on the wall and slips off his shoes, groaning as he wiggles his toes. You don’t have any shoes, your feet are cold and dirty. You stand on the mat, unsure of what comes next.

“So… what now?” You ask, “are we hiding?”

“Hiding? I told you, I got friends on the force,” he scoffs as he faces you and brings his hand up under your chin, “I’ll tell you what now. You’re gonna fix me up, the way you do, and I know it gets you all worked up, so after, we’re going to christen this place. Every single room.”

“Lloyd,” you utter as he backs you up to the wall.

“Well, we don’t need to do those in that order,” he purrs, “you can sit on my face first.”

Your eyes round and you tisk, “please.”

“Please… what? I’m all yours, mimi. Tell me what, and I’ll gladly lick it.”

“Must you?” You sneer.

“Which hole, mommy?” He teases.

You jab his ribs and he grunts, “I hate when you call me that.”

“Oh, I know, but I love it when you get mad,” he smirks. “Mimi,” his tone deepens and his expression turns dire, “I don’t think you get it. You don’t understand what you do to me.”

You arch a brow and tilt your head defiantly, “no, you don’t understand everything you’ve done to me.”

“Christ sakes, I just massacred a family for you,” he growls as he steps closer, leaning in to hover his lips over yours, “can’t you see I’m fucking crazy for you?”

You search his eyes for what, you don’t know. You know he’s nuts, he doesn’t have to tell you that. He also doesn’t have to say that you’re stuck with him because of that very affliction. Honestly, he’s close to tolerable when he doesn’t say anything at all.

He pulls you to him, smothering any resistance you might muster. He kisses you greedily, holding you against him, wrapping you up in his arms. He has you locked in; trapped in his grasp and his house and his life.

The bristle of his mustache tickles your nose, a symptom of his very being, the one little thing that ruins the moment.

[onboardsorasora]

Girl, reverse age gap verse has eaten my brain. I can’t think of anything else. Do you have something more to share with this humble audience???? 😭

Oh bestie! I whipped this one up just for you (i hope it reads ok)

part 1 and part 2 999wrds.

Max slapped Daniel's ass as he walked by him in the narrow hallway and smirked at the blush and lip bite he was rewarded with.

Daniel walked into the bright afternoon of the paddock while Max took the stairs to the media room that he would be having his press conference in. 

The questions were annoying and repetitive and he found his mind wandering back to his younger teammate and sometimes stress reliever. They hadn’t fucked, Max didn’t particularly see the need when Daniel was crawling on his knees or grinding in Max’s lap when he was having a particularly annoying day. Why would he take the time to do all that work when he was already getting off satisfactorily. 

Daniel was needy for him and allowed Max to do what he wanted with him, he didn’t need to interrupt that understanding that they had. He saw the looks Daniel threw his way, the boy was terrible at hiding what he was feeling. And the blushing didn’t help. But Daniel wasn’t clingy at least, he knew where he stood and that was all perfect in Max’s world.

He smiled and left the media room, happy to get the fuck out of there and onto the rest of his business for the day. The paddock was bustling, it was just Thursday, so it was nowhere near as chaotic as he knew the rest of the weekend would be. 

Bypassing a few mechanics and pundits, he found Daniel speaking animatedly with Lewis and Fernando. Max scowled behind his redbull can at the familiar look in Alonso’s eyes. Daniel giggled at something and Fernando rested his hand on the back of Daniel’s neck in response. Daniel bit his lip but didn’t stop the possessive hold. 

Max walked over there, slotting himself between the two and ignoring the questioning look Lewis gave him.

He knew what they were doing and he wasn’t having any of it. 

“Max, hey! Finished up already?” Daniel turned his full, happy attention to Max who barely stopped the victorious smirk from slipping onto his lips. Lewis and Fernando had a silent conversation in his periphery. 

“Yeah, I was about to head to lunch– you coming?” Max licked the back of his teeth when Daniel stuttered sadly about his previously planned lunch with Helmut that Max already knew about. Daniel seemed contrite to not be able to spend the time that Max wanted to with him and the smirk that Max fought previously, finally settled. “It is of course, alright Daniel. Come see me after maybe?” 

Daniel’s head bobbed aggressively as he nodded, a blush settling on his cheeks again. The silver of his braces caught the sun as he spoke. “Y-yeah, sure. I’ll come find you.” He backed away slowly, saying his goodbyes to Lewis and Fernando before he legged it off to the energy station.

Max watched him look back once before he was enveloped into the crowd. Lewis and Fernando were watching him when he turned to them. Lewis smirked and brought his hand together in a slow clap.

“I see we will have to try harder, Lewis.” Fernando smirked a shark smile. He eyed Max up the way he did on track, like a threat.

“I don’t think so, he’s got Daniel wrapped around his finger. But he’s a smart kid.” Lewis rubbed his beard.

Max rolled his eyes, he didn’t need to respond to their goading. But he could goad in return. “What? You two working together? Are pigs flying?”

“I guess we can just say that enemies fuck better.” Fernando shrugged, “your Daniel will soon learn this too.” He winked and Max scoffed before leaving them with a fake wave.

He made his way back into the garage, they didn’t know what they were talking about. Daniel was his.

Later, when he had Daniel on his knees in his driver room, Max heard their teasing filter in the back of his thoughts. His hand caressed Daniel’s sweaty curls, watching as honey eyes fluttered closed as he bobbed on Max’s dock. Max gripped the back of his neck, pressing his skin to erase the feeling of Fernando's previous touch. He grunted and slammed his hips forward, choking Daniel a little more. Watery honey eyes looked up at determined blue.

“So good for me.” Max whispered, thrusting forward again and again and Daniel clung to his thighs to steady himself. Max came in his mouth with a grunt and then flopped onto his couch. Daniel swallowed as best he could, wiping the rest off of his lips and chin. He scrambled onto Max’s lap when he motioned for him and tucked his face in his thick pale neck while he grinded against him.

Max held his hips while he chased his pleasure, he wanted to see his face. “Look at me.”

Daniel leaned back and Max watched the look of concentration deepen in the furrow of his brows. His grinding got more erratic and Max knew he was close, it never took him long to come.

“Good boy. There you go.” He praised and Daniel whined before stiffening. 

“Max,” he moaned and leaned in to press their lips together. Max turned so Daniel kissed his jaw instead. They didn’t do that.

He helped him clean up before sending him to the adjoining bathroom. When he came back, Max was taking his helmet and gloves from his bag.

“Do you want to catch like dinner later or something?” Daniel asked from the doorway. Max didn’t look over at him.

“No, that's fine. I’m jumping on the sim later.” Max turned to see Daniel biting his lip in uncertainty, but he nodded.

“Ok, yeah nah. I’ll probably just watch a movie or something.”

“Sounds good.” Max grabbed his things and walked to the door, Daniel followed him out and slipped into his own driver room. Max winked at him and walked away to head back to the garage, he didn’t turn to see if Daniel watched him.

[hisunshiine]

—it’s the way that you can ride [3/7]

Part 3 of 7 of the Seven Days Series ↣ series masterlist

🗓️pairing: nurse!jungkook x teacher!reader 🗓️au/genre: non-idol au, brother’s friend au, fwb, age-gap(reader is older), f2l, fluff, angst, smut 🗓️rating: M 🗓️wc: 4,622  🗓️warnings: emotionally constipated pairing, reader is older, adult worries, growing older, dating younger, time passing and not hitting milestones everyone else is, second-hand embarrassment, enter Kim Seokjin as an antagonist, Jungkook is so hot but his feelings are too big, angsty cliffhanger explicit sexual content: unprotected sex, light bondage, talks of a safeword, oral (m & f receiving), discussion of safeword, Jungkook is whiny, positions of 69, face riding, reverse cowgirl, cowgirl, and jack-hammer, biting, multiple orgasms, creampie.  🗓️an: part 3!!! I apologize in advance for the ending cliffhanger, but hey, it's the angst that makes the story, amirite? 😭 🗓️summary: “It’s the way that you can ride, it’s the way that you can ride…” Picking an outfit for a wedding is hard enough without your friends with benefits turning you on. Especially when he makes a tie look so sexy, you can’t help but use it to get him right where you need him to be. Ties make great reigns, and Jungkook is willing for you to be the leading lady, in more ways than one.

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The smell of antiseptic cleaner might be pungent to some, but for Jungkook, it’s non-existent. He sits in the hallway of the unit, typing away at one of the portable computers used to write up notes on patients. He picked up a shift to help balance the few days he plans to take off for Yoongi’s wedding, and once he gets off at 2 PM, he plans to head straight to your place so he can figure out an outfit formal enough to wear to the wedding. 

“Hey, Jungkook, you finished your DAR notes fast. In a hurry? It’s a little early for you to be rushing off to get your fix,” Dr. Kim Seokjin teases him as he approaches, scrolling through a tablet. 

“Actually, I am headed there, but not for what you’re thinking, nosy.” Jungkook puts the finishing touches on the last patient’s notes. He’s proud to say he carried out all of his assigned responses to patient action plans Dr. Kim assigned, and once his relief shows up, they’ll reap the benefits of all his hard work on day shift. “I have to finalize my formal outfit for Yoongi’s wedding.”

“You don’t know what you’re wearing yet? I’m surprised you aren’t wearing matching outfits with a certain someone…actually, I’m waiting on when it will be her walking down the aisle to you.”

“Seokjin, fuck off.” Jungkook knows he’s being sensitive, but right now, he’s confused and stressed about this wedding.

“Listen, you guys need to come clean to Yoongi, and then come clean to each other. It doesn’t take a doctor to diagnose you both as lovesick.”

“Seriously, hyung. It’s…complicated.”

Jungkook is about to elaborate, but just then, another voice chimes in.

“What’s complicated? Do you need help?” SoHee bounds into view from behind Seokjin, her hair braided and scrubs a soft pink to compliment the light blush dusting her cheekbones.

“Nothing.”

“Jungkook here’s thinking about bringing a plus one to Yoongi’s wedding. Hey, you’re going aren’t you?” Seokjin spills, making Jungkook huff out an angry exhale.

“Oh, yeah, I’ll be there!” SoHee shares. “Yoongi invited quite a few of us from the school. To be honest, I think it was to get a larger haul of wedding gifts. I guess if I bring a plus one, we could split the gift…”

Seokjin laughs, but Jungkook just chuckles, feeling a little awkward.

“Well, maybe you can go to the wedding as Jungkook’s date?”

“Hyung.” Jungkook shoots a burning stare at Seokjin, but he ignores it, continuing to push the agenda.

“You’re not going with anyone yet, and SoHee here is a perfect option. Unless you have someone in mind?” Seokjin gives Jungkook a challenging stare.

“I mean, I would love to go with you, SoHee,” he answers, looking to her eager face, “I just have to make sure of some things. I’ll let you know, though, okay?”

“Of course, Jungkook! I look forward to hearing from you.”

A page sounds off over the speakers on the floor, and Jungkook glances at the clock, seeing he’s free to escape Seokjin and his terrible attempt at prescribing a cure for his diagnosis. He bids farewell to SoHee, but Seokjin follows him towards the staff lounge. Once they’re alone, Jungkook rounds on him.

“Are you insane? Now SoHee is going to expect me to take her on Sunday!”

“And? I thought you liked her?”

“I do, but it's complicated, like I said.”

“Just…think about it. SoHee is totally into you and willing to take it to the next step. I know you’re enjoying your sexcapades, but don’t you want more?” Jungkook just shrugs before pulling off his scrubs to change back into his street clothes. Seokjin sighs, shaking his head as he turns to leave. “I can prescribe something for your emotional constipation if that would be better?”

“Fuck off, Jin!”

Music plays loudly as you search your closet for something to wear. You bought a few formal pieces, making sure to keep the tags on until you make a final decision on a dress, but if you’re being honest with yourself, you know exactly why you have yet to make a decision. The sound of your door opening as Jungkook lets himself in with his spare key (because who wants to get up out of a comfy bed every night to let in a horny muscle bunny just to get back into said bed?) reminds you to stop being honest with yourself and continue to lie; it’s easier that way.

“Babe, I’m here and I have, like, seven different tie options. Help.” Jungkook appears in your bedroom doorway with a vinyl-zippered garment bag and another small bag clutched tightly in his hand.

“Seven options? They had that big of a variety when looking for eucalyptus and sage?” You reach for the smaller bag, guessing correctly that it held various ties in the shades mentioned. “Wow, color me surprised.”

“No, go color yourself eucalyptus or sage so we can make sure these tie colors are suitable.” Jungkook orders you back towards your closet while he begins to shrug off his hoodie. 

“What color suits are you debating between?” you call out as you step into the silky sage dress. It’s a little too frilly for your liking, making you feel younger than you like. 2004 is calling and they want their clothing back. 

“I have a navy blue, a black, and a grey suit,” he responds, and you tell him to try them on one at a time, sans tie, to see which one looks and feels the best first. Then you’ll help him narrow down the tie options from there. 

Stepping out of the closet, you hug your dress to your chest and ask Jungkook to zip you up. He does so, but his response to the dress is just so-so. You knew before you put it on that you probably were not going with this one, and his reaction only solidifies that. The navy blue tuxedo on Jungkook is nice, but upon close inspection, the jacket button sits a little too high, making his torso look shorter than it is. 

“Okay, let’s see the black one. This one is a little too tight now that your chest has grown.”

Shimmying out of the dress, you return to grab a floral print dress with shades of lichen green sprinkled all throughout. It’s body-con and knee-length, and missing that umph that you want in a formal dress, but you didn’t have many options in the colors Yoongi chose. 

“That’s better than the sage one.” Jungkook appraises you, but you can tell this one is not right for you either.

“I have a few more, but I think I know which one will work best.” Eyeing Jungkook’s black slacks, you stop him before he puts on the jacket. “ No. Definitely not. The pants are high-waters, did you get that thing when you were in high school?”

Jungkook’s ears turn red as he ignores your question, and you realize you hit the nail on the head. 

“I mean…maybe?” He scratches the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact. 

“Okay, last suit. Hopefully it fits, or we’re running to the mall.” Back in the closet, you reach for the hanger of the dress you really love. It’s a eucalyptus-colored floor-length gown, with an A-line cut, spaghetti straps, and a thigh slit. You try to zip up the dress as far as you can, but you don’t want to ruin the presentation by walking out just yet. “Jungkook, can you zip me in here, please?”

His slippered feet shuffle along the carpet as he steps into the dim closet, fingers warm where they skim your back as he closes the dress. You shoo him back out into your well-lit bedroom before gracefully walking out on tip-toes. Jungkook lets out a wolf-whistle. 

“Damn, you have to wear that. You look like a goddess.” You can tell he’s not lying or offering flattery for no reason. His eyes are a portal into his true thoughts and he’s shit at lying. A giddy feeling fills your chest, reminiscent of puppy love. “Okay, now me.”

You look up at him and the soft grey of the suit complements his honey-glazed skin well. You have him spin in a slow circle, and despite the pants being slightly snug, you know that’s not something you can fix without a tailor on short notice—the man has a nice ass and with his slim waist and long legs…It looks good. 

“Perfect.” Your voice is almost a whisper as you step into his orbit, hand reaching for the ties to see which one looks best. Jungkook is still, letting you color match his suit and he thinks you’re also subtly seeing which one matches the color of your dress as well. He wishes for the umpteenth time that he could just…convince you to say what you’re thinking at this moment. Why don’t you tell him that you want to match? That you want to be his plus one? He’s sure that’s what your actions mean. So why don’t you ever tell him?   

“Are you sure? Maybe I shouldn’t wear this color, you know?” Jungkook asks timidly, testing. “Your brother really wants us all in his wedding colors?”

“Yes, he explicitly said we had to wear the colors. They won’t have bridesmaids or groomsmen—you know Yoongi and his minimalist agenda, but his fiancé still wants to have wedding photos with all of us, so we have to coordinate.” You pout as you answer him, fixing the tie as you finish the last loop and pull through. “Why? You don’t want to match with me?” The way your eyes look at him, all wide-eyed and lovey-dovey has him backpedaling. 

“Babe, you know I do, I would choose to match with you even if we didn’t have to.” Jungkook finds himself admitting, and kicking himself in the ass if he could, for revealing way too much about how he feels about you, without anything in return. Well, the way the furrow between your brows disappears and your pout turns into a cute smile is definitely a reward, but it’s not the same. 

You turn, asking him to unzip you again, and then you shuffle back into the closet to disrobe from the dress. He wishes he could see you wear it for a little longer, because you look so gorgeous in it, but he knows that this isn’t his last chance. He shucks off the suit, carefully placing the pants and jacket back into the garment bag. Lying it down flat, he leaves it open so he can still add the shirt and tie. He admires the color of the fabric, a soft but bright green that compliments his honey skin well, the satin pinched between his fingers. 

“Let me.” 

Jungkook turns back to face you at the sound of your voice, freezing when he sees you’re only in your strapless bra and thong. Not that he’s in any better of a situation; he’s in boxer briefs and a white button-down shirt. 

You tug at the tie, gently pulling the longer piece to allow it to slip off from around his neck, Jungkook ducking his head to help you guide it free. Dropping the tie on top of the suit jacket, he feels the way your fingers, warm and light, touch his stomach as you undo each button, starting from the bottom of the shirt. Your eyes never leave his, and he swears he barely blinks—you’re like a siren calling to him, keeping him in place. 

“You bought all of these ties, Ggukkie. And only that one will be used.” You nod towards the garment bag, hands finally reaching the collar of his shirt. “What will you do with the rest?”

“I-uh, I think I’ll save them. Can use them for other formal things. You know?” Jungkook can’t think of any other occasion that he would wear a tie, other than another wedding (his to you, perhaps?) or possibly his funeral—the look in your eyes is like you want to eat him alive, and he’s more than willing to go out that way.

“Hmm, I can think of a few uses for them.” Your hands slip under the shirt where it sits on his shoulders, gliding the sleeves down his arms. His tattooed arm slowly reveals itself, a sight he knows you enjoy seeing. 

“Oh yeah, like what?” Jungkook knows he’s going to like your idea. You work in a school, and teachers are always pretty creative; this isn’t his first time letting that beautiful brain of yours run wild with him. He can feel his boxer briefs tightening in a specific area as his excitement grows.

“Let me show you.” Jungkook follows your lead, allowing himself to be placed in the center of your bed. You climb off briefly to pull two ties from the bag and pop off their tags. You make sure to choose two of a softer satin fabric, since he can’t return them now. You climb back on and return to straddling him. Your core is warm through the thin cotton of your thong, and Jungkook can’t control the slight jump of his dick when you settle on top and lean forward.  

“Hand.” You kiss each of his fingers delicately before pressing a kiss to his palm. Placing his hand against the headboard, you thread the tie through the cutouts and secure his wrist in place with a bow. “Other hand.” Jungkook’s doe eyes are wide as he watches you follow the same routine on this hand, hitching him so he sits like a scarecrow against the frame. 

“Let me know if at any time it hurts and you want to stop, okay?” Your hand rests on his cheek, cupping it gently as your eyes search for any signs of fear or wanting to back out.

“I know, babe. Safeword is Velveeta.”

You giggle, climbing off of him so you can move his garment bag a safe distance away. “I can’t believe you chose that as the safeword.”

“Have you heard the way you sound when you get super wet? It’s like Velveeta mac and cheese, you know?”

“And why is that what you equate to a safeword?”

“Because, when I want to feel safe or need comfort, I need to be inside you.”

Jungkook watches your reaction, the way your footsteps falter momentarily as you return back to the bed where he’s sitting patiently, waiting for you. You don’t say anything more, you just pause at the edge of the bed, your hooded eyes only on him. 

Your hands reach behind you, undoing the clasps of your bra so that it falls to the carpeted floor. Your thong drops next to join it in a scant pile that you leave behind to climb back on the bed. Returning to straddling him, you press your chest against his as your hands frame his face. You run your nose along his slowly, bringing your lips to his forehead in an act of closeness so much deeper than sexual—at least to Jungkook it is.

He strains his hands against the ties, already seeking to touch you, hold you, secure you to him. He tilts his head up, seeking your lips instead and you kiss him fully, several pecks before it deepens into a wet, tangle of tongues. Both of you moan; you rock your hips over his clothed cock and he wants to cry because he can’t feel you the way he wants to. Not yet, at least. 

“I’m gonna taste you, yeah?” you breathe out into his mouth, and he nods, eyes blown as he watches you lower your body until your head hovers over his lap. He can see the sheen you left behind on the black fabric, a thin oval shape that glistens from your fresh arousal. You pull at the waistband, hands cheekily grazing his cheeks as you reveal him.   

He’s somewhat hard, naturally, and pants in anticipation as you make yourself comfortable between his thighs. He’ll never get over the feeling you give him when you admire his length. He’s sure he’s told you before, but no one cherishes his cock the way you do. He feels all but one muscle relax as your mouth envelops his tip, all soft and wet, warm and comforting like your pussy—a great alternative, he thinks.

If the first moment you taste him relaxes him, the moments ensuing are the opposite, causing his muscles to expand and contract as your sinful mouth glides up and down along his shaft. It’s low-key infuriating for Jungkook that you make him feel this good and he can’t even touch you. 

The headboard creaks slightly and you narrow your gaze in warning, mouth stuffed full of his length and unable to reprimand him. Jungkook lets out a series of chuffs at the scene spread before him: you, naked and drooling into his lap with eyes cutting into his soul for the simple fact that he wants to reward you with touches for the way your throat, mouth, and tongue treat his prized possession. 

“Please, babe, wanna touch you too,” he whines out, hoping to appeal to your nurturing side. And it does work. Kind of. He watches (he can’t do much else) as you pop off his cock with that lewd sound he so enjoys hearing your lips make against the tip, and crawl back up his body. Your chest is heaving slightly as you fill your lungs, but you ignore all attempts by Jungkook to nip at you with his own lips. 

“Scooch down,” you demand, and he listens well like a pupil as you guide his wrists and ties down to the bottom edge in turn. You have to get off the bed to go to the end, wrapping your soft hands around his ankles and pulling him so he slides across your sheets, arms mostly extended. “Only because you’ve been good, and I don’t want to risk you breaking my headboard.” 

Jungkook is a little confused at how laying flat is a reward, as it makes it harder for him to watch you, until you climb back onto the bed facing the opposite direction. “Fuck, yes,” he practically sings, but you just shake your head with a smile as you grip his hard-on in your fist. 

“Let’s see how well you keep your focus, baby.” It’s a taunt that you pair with a shake of your hips before lowering your glistening pussy lips to his waiting mouth. Jungkook loves how turned on you get just by sucking his cock, wants to taste the arousal created just for him, by him, and loves a good challenge.

His mouth is open when you nestle yourself against him, tongue out and lips ready to make out with you. You squeeze him in your palm, a whimper as your back arches from the heat of his mouth and Jungkook has to lift his head a bit to chase your movements. “Don’t run, wanna make you feel good, too.”

He hears you take a deep breath, breasts rubbing against his lower abdomen as you lick at him before dropping your hips once more. Jungkook resumes his feasting, spurred on by the little sounds you make as you rock back and forth on his face. He loves that you’ve split your knees on either side of his shoulders; he can’t use his hands to hold you wide, but you do a great job keeping your pussy open for him to tease with his tongue.

The switch between who is dominating who is fast—he knows that you must’ve been aching and throbbing between your thighs before letting him touch you, and now you’re closer to climax than he is. It’s also Jungkook’s specialty; what can he say? He likes to eat.

When you catch your rhythm on his face, you lose your rhythm with your mouth, instead using your hands to stroke him as you sit up higher and higher. Your left hand grips his thigh, right hand stroking him in time as Jungkook groans from below you. He loves when you do this: give in to the pleasure and suffocate him, and almost whines in despair when you lift up to check-in.

“Can you breathe? Am I killing you?”

“If you don’t sit back down on my face and let me eat this pussy—mmphh.” 

Jungkook doubles down his efforts, dropping and raising his chin in order to lick you from top to bottom and when you adjust slightly so he can access your clit, he gently suckles it as your thighs shake and you cry out his name. 

“Fuck, Jungkook—holy fuck!”

You collapse onto him, laying your head on his pelvis as your body shivers from the aftershocks. 

“And you thought I would lose focus,” he jokes, but you seem to take it seriously.

“Ah, you’re right. You didn’t get to finish. I got you.”

“Hey, you know I never have to cum, just making sure you get off makes me feel good.” Jungkook hates that you might think this is just a sex exchange, needs you to know it’s more than that. You sit up and shift around, body moving to align with his. 

“And I like knowing I made you feel good.” You kiss him deeply with tongue. “We’re perfect that way, huh?”

Jungkook wishes more than once that he could say what he wants to say. That you’re perfect for each other—probably soulmates—bets he’s met you in another life. Instead, no words come out of his mouth as you face away from him. You throw a mischievous smile over your shoulder before you spit in your hand and grasp him, moving to hover over his pelvis. 

“You’re actually mean for this,” he says, watching as you sink onto him, and he’s able to watch your lips part around his cock, stretching to fit his girth until you bottom out. Your cute ass hides the view until you lift up again, revealing the glistening trails of cum that decorate his veins and he can’t stop himself from pulling at the ties. Jungkook just wants to help guide you, wants to put his hands on your cheeks and spread them apart so he can see the stretch of your pussy as you ride him, maybe even press his thumb to your puckered hole, watch as that shiver runs down your spine in ecstasy. 

“Safeword?” Your concern shows in your tone and the way you slow your movements. 

“Don’t need it, just wanna fucking touch you.” He would hate how whiney he sounds if he didn’t know you thrived off it—can feel it in the way you clench for him. 

“If you use it, I’ll release you from your shackles…” you counter, and how dare you giggle at Jungkook, knowing using the safe word gives him what he wants, but he’ll never use it with you. How can he when he feels his safest right now, balls deep.? 

“It’s fine,” he grits out, bucking his hips to get you to move again, ride him again, but you don’t. Instead, you rise up, keeping just the tip in until you are able to rotate around and face him. You look torn, teeth worrying your bottom lip about whether to untie him or not, safe word be damned. “Don’t do it unless you want to.”

Jungkook watches the debate swirl in your eyes, before you reach up and tug at the bow ends, letting him free from his confines. Instantly, his hands move to your body, fingers wrapping around your ribs as his thumbs settle under your breasts before moving down to trace the outline to your hips. With a firm tug, he seats you once more, a groan of curse words slipping out. You’re still so wet from the mixture of his spit and your own orgasm spread along his shaft that he slides into you like a glove, nestled tight between your walls.

Small hands press to his chest, and your thumbs rub circles around his nipples as you begin to ride him, pussy walls quenching the thirst for you as he fights to keep his eyes open so he can watch your tits bounce in his face. 

“That’s it, baby, ride my cock,” he encourages, “only you ride me this good, fuck—so good for me.” 

You smile at his praise, moving to lay chest to chest so you can really roll your hips, sheathing and unsheathing him in rapid succession. The clapping of your skin against his fills the room, creating a harmonious sound paired with the heavy breathing and sweet murmurs and whines. Jungkook feels his control slipping as his hands grasp your cheeks and spread them, allowing him to reach deeper inside of you. He feels the flutters that let him know you’re so close to a second orgasm, so he plants his feet into your mattress and begins to jackhammer up into your aching cunt. 

Your teeth press into his shoulder, cries muffled, but he keeps going, even after he feels you contract and release, wetness pooling below his belly button as he gets closer and closer to joining you. 

“Jungk—shit, shit, I’m—” 

He’s not expecting you to cum for a third time, didn’t realize his repetitive stroke to keep him in your pleasure longer would catapult you, so when you do—and hard at that—it takes him as well. His cock throbbing from how hard he fills you up, cum milking in spurts that leak out around his cock as he fucks you through the best of it until neither of you can take anymore. 

—————

Jungkook’s left hand plays with the strands of your hair as you sleep on his chest. His cellphone’s brightness is turned all the way down so as not to disturb your beauty rest. Not that Jungkook thinks you need it. His smile from the thought of your beauty fades as he focuses back on his phone. There’s a tightness in his chest under your head that isn’t stemming from the pressure of your body. 

He knows he hasn’t done anything wrong, in fact—he’s very much within his rights to do whatever he wants, with whoever he wants, but the only person he wants to do things with is you. It actually makes him a little irritated that he shouldn’t feel guilty. He wants a good reason to turn away any and all advances women (and even some men) make on him. 

When everyone knows you’re single, it’s a bit harder to say no to dates with people. Especially if it’s someone Jungkook might’ve been interested in at one point in time. How does he explain that he can’t give someone else a chance because he’s holding out for you? That he’s too busy building his own courage to tell you that he wants you, to let another person (like the girl texting him) into your spot? 

He scrolls through the messages SoHee left him while he was busy fucking you into the mattress during round two after a break to rest and refuel with Korean BBQ takeout and a Netflix movie.

stay tuned for “so break me off another night” coming 8-10-2023!

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[galaxyedging]

Pre-outbreak Joel Miller x older f!reader.

A little reverse agr gap Halloween smut with Joel.

The Hard on due to the Witch's Wardrobe

Even if you do say so yourself, the new porch looks amazing. The skeleton fortune teller is set up at her crystal ball. One that, when switched on, will reveal the spirits trapped inside. The webs have all been hung with your usual level of care. Spiders and bats hang from the newly installed beams, waiting for unsuspecting trick or treaters to get tangled in them. The dry ice machine is all set under the table to bellow out and welcome any guests. The meticulously carved pumpkins all sit with their various creepy grins. The candy bucket is all set up outside for anyone who finds the whole thing too spooky. Those who dare to knock will come face to face with the witch who lives there.

A sly grin plays on your lips at the thought of your costume. This year, you really are a witch. Well, you might have done a drunken spell after being inspired to reconnect with your witchy past after watching the latest episode of Agatha. It was a simple love spell. To some people, it would be as corny as using a wishing well. To you, it was more about self empowerment. Believing the words of the spell and that you did deserve love. Or at least a really good one night stand. That area has been lacking lately.

Even post menopause, your sex drive was still high. The building of the new porch did nothing to help. Four days of Joel Miller showing off his strength and competency. That man was enough to drive anyone feral. Especially when he actively listened to all your needs when it came to your new porch. His eyes never left your as his pretty lips pursed in thought. He rebuffed your jokes about being old and planning for the future with a ramp. Even when the building started, he checked in every step of the way. You often wondered if he would be that attentive as a lover.

The trick or treaters started early. Little toddlers dressed in age appropriate outfits braved the porch and you cooed over their princess dresses and superhero outfits. Especially the little girl who wore a Princess Spider Man outfit.

Then the older children came in their more scary attire. Among them was a vampire soccer player, complete with fake plastic teeth. She was accompanied by her father who’s costume puzzled you. He held a plastic bloody machete but his outfit was his usual jeans and t-shirt.

“Maybe avoid anything chewy, you know, with the teeth.” you nervously joke to Sarah.

Even in your sixties you still didn't feel like you had teenagers worked out. The last thing you wanted was to seem uncool. Sarah laughed genuinely as she took a piece of candy and you popped another one in her pail.

“And you are…?” you offer the bowl to Joel.

“A Contract-or Killer.” He beams at you at his own stupid pun.

“Funny.” You laugh even when you roll your eyes.

“He thinks he is. Oh, there's Marcie. Marcie!” Sarah skips off to her friend at the next house.

Joel watches her meet up with her friend and her mom. “They are having a sleepover once they've hit up a few more houses.” with Sarah safe his attention turns to you. “So your costume? Let me guess…sexy witch?”

The compliment short circuits your brain for a second. “I was going for a regular witch.”

“Oh, I'm sorry. You just look…I didn't want to not acknowledge the effort you put in.” Joel seems genuinely flustered.

Was he trying to flirt and he feels like you've spurned his advances? You might have thirty years on him but you definitely felt like he was checking you out on more than one occasion.

“So you're all alone tonight? On the scariest night of the year?” You prod.

“Yeah, I guess I didn't think of it like that. Do you have any spells to protect me?” There's a glint in his eye as he speaks.

“A couple by I'd have to stay close for them to work.” You emphasise your words by stepping forward.

“How close?” Joel takes his own step forward.

“Very.” You breathe.

Joel's broad shoulders are the only thing anchoring you to this plane at the moment. Your grip on them tightens as you ride him on your sofa. That was as far as you got once you discarded your bowl of treats in favour of a much tastier one. The spooky sounds CD has been cranked all the way up to hide your moans. You hope that they hide Joel's as well, as he moans and grunts beneath you with each bounce of your hips. Joel's right hand that had spit slicked his bare cock for you to take. It remained at the base with his thumb tuned up to graze your clit with each of your eager bounces. Your first orgasm didn't seem to phase Joel much apart from a gritted out ‘fuck’. It did jolt him into action to invert your positions. Instead of letting you take what you wanted he is now giving you what he wants you to take. Your toes curl in your black and white stockings as Joel jackhammers into you, now chasing his own release. Showing his hard earned stamina, he manages to draw another climax from you before he reaches his own, filling you with his red hot cum.

Maybe it wasn't your spell that brought Joel here tonight, but after that, you were definitely under his spell.

[mightydyke]

I need to introduce you to my girlfriend some time, you're gonna love her. How long have we been dating? Well, she has this condition where she experiences time backwards, so to me we started dating a couple of months ago when she broke up with me in reverse, but to her we've been dating for two years. Oh the breakup wasn't that bad, it's just that from her point of view she was getting older whilst I was getting younger and she wasn't comfortable with our age gap any more. Probably for the best. Yeah after two years time, which is when we first met from her point of view, she's going to act like she's never met me before. Probably for the best because she ages backwards, so she's going to keep getting younger as I get older. Yeah it's kinda sad that we're going to eventually separate and it'll be like we never met each other before, because to her we never did, but better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all, right? And yeah it's kinda weird to think that like, in the past she was older and now she's getting younger, like when I was a baby she was middle aged and one day I'm gonna be an old lady and she won't have been born yet. But dating someone who experiences time backwards has loads of benefits too! Like she remembers all the lottery numbers and stuff from the future. It's kinda hard asking her questions because she gives you the answer before you've asked it, but as long as you determine to ask the question, then she answers it and then you ask the question it's fine. Meals can be pretty weird because when she cooks it just looks like she's magically turning a meal back into raw ingredients, which is obviously also what my cooking looks like to her. Yeah the sex is really odd

[bloomingpresent]

FERRO ROSSO CHAPTER VII

Pairing: Charles Leclerc/Female reader digital artist older woman

Summary: in your mid 30’s you never imagined you’d be divorced. To help with the healing process you decide to return to your first love: digital illustration. Posting videos of your art online leads you to work for Ferrari. But you never thought it’d lead you to find somebody who’s going to bring you back to trust again in love.

Warnings: NSFW! 18+, swearing mention of sexual words, consensual sex, penetration, cheating, sexually themed. IT’S ALL ABOUT REVERSE AGE GAP HERE. Older woman with a younger man. They are both adults, don’t be judgemental. 

Disclaimer:

I don’t mean any offense to Mr. Leclerc. 

English isn’t my first language so all mistakes are my own. My Italian is basic so be gentle, please.

All the previous chapters are here

You already knew that something was off when almost a week after your last encounter with Charles happened and you haven't heard of him. Both of you were busy of course, but he hadn’t mentioned a thing about coming to London. 

Either way, you are too busy with your art studio, which by the way, is still going and your agent had you packed with activities for it. Ferrari was still on the call but for the next weeks, you were on your own.

At the end of the week, you get Facetime from Charles.

“I might be able to be in London next week” he casually says.

You just smirked “Oh really? Got some free time?”, yep, you are being ironic about it.

“What’s with the attitude?” he asks shifting on his seat.

“Well you disappeared for days and now you come out of the blue and tell me you finally can come to London? What am I supposed to be waiting for you?”.

“Yes” he answers with his bright green eyes wide open, his confidence it’s something else. “As I made time for traveling to see you, you are making time to see me”. 

You grim.  “Where are you now?”. 

“Paris, why you ask?” he raises an eyebrow

“No reason, I thought you were in Maranello with Carlos” you reply casually. You already know he was in France with Piere for fashion week.

“I was, I’m not anymore,” he answers drinking from a glass of water. “You’ve stalking me?” he asks with a cocky smile

“No” you answer, the truth it’s that you had been checking his IG account, and you tried not to think “I work at Ferrari PR, I have to know where you’re up” You wink.

“Well, do you know where I will be next Sunday?” His voice tone changes and he puts his phone closer to his face.

You shrug your shoulders and look at him with a flirtatious smile. "No" you answer almost whispering.

He moves closer to the phone "Inside you, Making you scream my name" 

All you can see is his eyes shining differently as he whispers those words to you.

You can't stop your stomach from jumping and you even think you're blushing. But you played. "Ah well, I think I have time in my schedule for that next time for that" you answer, trying not to show how excited you are.

The next day you casually receive an invitation from Andrea Ferrari, Charles' trainer, and fellow Ferrari teammate, inviting all his teammates to London next Sunday to celebrate his birthday.

"Ah well, he probably isn’t coming to London just to see me," you tell yourself when you see the invitation.

You don't even think about it, you accept the invitation. You don't tell Charles, if he's in London that weekend, it's probably because of his friend.

By the time the weekend arrives, you don't want to set high expectations, but you can't help it. You're excited and a little nervous.

"So we'll see each other on Andrea's birthday?" you send him in a text.

The answer comes insanely fast "We're already in London since this morning" Charles replies.

'We are'. Yeah, he came for his friend's birthday and not just to see you.

Does it bother you? Yes, quite. Does this fit your purpose of not putting too many expectations on this weekend? Probably not. Are you going to admit it? Not even dead. And there's no way you're letting him ruin your fun.

So the mission is to look the most attractive and elegant to any man, not just for Charles.

As you get ready for the birthday party, you can't help but feel a little nervous. You dress up in your best clothes, and you are looking stunning. You know that Charles will be there. 

When you arrive at the party, you start looking around for Charles. You immediately see him in the corner, chatting with one of your mutual friends. You smile to yourself and go around the room greeting everyone.

You’re wearing a form-fitting dress that accentuates your curves in all the right ways. The dress is elegant and simple, yet also sexy and bold. The material is silky satin that feels luxurious against your skin. Accessorized with statement earrings and a pair of heels to complete the look. The makeup is subtle yet natural, and your hair is down, adding to the overall effect. In one word, you feel divine.

Charles is a total heartthrob. He looks dashing and sophisticated. He has a confident and relaxed presence, which only adds to his overall attractiveness

You finally get to Charles, casually greeting him as everyone else. When you kiss him on the cheek, you can smell his perfume. making your skin crawl.

Charles: "Y/N, it's been a while. You look incredible."

Y/N: "Oh, thank you, Charles. Weeks out of the paddock are slow, yes. You look very distinguished yourself.”

You exchange smiles and look into each other's eyes, feeling the electricity in the air but trying to keep it subtle.

Soon, everyone starts asking about their personal lives, and they both keep it vague while maintaining their friendly demeanor and casual conversation.

As they chat, you are careful to avoid giving anything away. This it’s the first time you are in the same room with your co-workers outside your work.

 You talk casually and make sure to keep the conversation light and friendly, while also finding excuses to stay close to each other. But there is a tension in the air, as you both know that there is more. The evening progresses, and as people and friends get increasingly drunk, you and Charles find themselves getting closer and closer together, getting away with subtle gestures that no one notices.

When the music is loud enough and everyone is into their own thing, Charles leans into your ear and whispers.

“There is a balcony next to the room at the end of the hallway. Meet me there” He says and walks away without saying any other word. There is a risk of doing this now and here and with all these people around. 

You think about it for a few seconds until you decide to go. 

The Airbnb apartment in London that Charles rented to have the party could be described as having a chic, modern vibe. The apartment is spacious, with lots of light coming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. There's a stylish kitchen and a bright living room, perfect for entertaining guests. Making it an ideal space for having get-togethers. Charles thought of everything.

Walking to the balcony you can already see the view of London from up there. You’ve never seen something like that before, and you’ve been living there for 4 years now.

When you open the door to the balcony the chill air of the British summer hits your face. You can see Charles leaning against the rail watching you. 

“Wow, so this is what a lot of money gets you everywhere you go uh?” you tell him as you take one last look to the hallway making sure nobody saw you following him.

“It’s for my friend, I want him to enjoy his birthday party,” he says, playing with his glass. “And don’t worry, Andrea won't let anyone come near here” he smirks.

You stop when you hear him say that. “he knows?!” 

Charles nods with a mischievous smile “How do you think I convinced him to have his party here?” 

“Awesome, bring more people into this,” you say taking your steps carefully. You haven't had that much to drink yet but the whole situation is making you feel a bit more edgy than usual.

“Andrea always has my back,” he says, coming close to you. 

When you and he are close enough, Charles extends his arm and slowly brings your body closer to his. The bastard knows what he's doing. "Plus I needed an excuse to see you up close again before we go back to work"

You bite your lips and smile. "You're dangerously close and with all these people here, it's not good" You look into his eyes.

"AND?" he answers as you, approach your lips "I already told you, no one will come here."

You are the one who kisses him first. You can smell his perfume again, it's extraordinarily delicious. The combination is extremely sexy for you. You close your eyes and let yourself be carried away by him. The kiss grows in intensity. Neither of you has reservations about using your tongues, Charles's hands holding firmly to the sides of your face. Your hands are on his waist.

You can hear the party noise in the background. Charles notices it. "You know we can go somewhere more private if you're worried about someone seeing us," he tells you as he smiles close to your lips.

You smile flirtatiously "Oh I wonder what place that is?" you answer him

It only takes two seconds before Charles pulls you by the hand and leads you from the balcony through the sliding door that leads to a room. His bedroom. You both laugh like teenagers.

You can barely see what the room looks like. Charles makes sure the doors are locked and the curtains are drawn.

"Very clever of you, Leclerc," you say, taking off your sandals. There is nothing to hide here. You both want this.

"Clever? Why?" he answers and approaches you.

"No one will be able to hear us with all this loud music" you reply.

He sits on the edge of the bed "Come to me firecracker" he says biting his lower lip. His eyes shine in the dark.

You can see him take some condoms out of one of his pants pockets and put them to the side.

"You came prepared, did you expect action?" you tell him walking towards him

"Of course, if you didn't come I'd be looking all over London for you" he stretches and pulls you towards him.

You laugh.

Both of his hands cup your breasts while you are standing in front of him. His gaze is on your chest now, as his hands gently massage and squeeze your breasts. You feel confident in yourself, there is no doubt that he wants you and that ignites a new sense of security in you.

He continues massaging you without saying a word but his eyes are now examining every part of your body in that dress.

His hands now travel to your waist, down your thighs. Your hands are now in his hair. You have been together enough times to recognize each other's tastes for foreplay.

"This is a nice dress. I'd hate to rip it off you," he whispers.

"Then don't do it" you answer and try to get closer to kiss him. But he stops you. You stand up straight again and he continues his way down your body with his hands.

His hands reach to the edge of your dress. Now they go under the skirt in the direction of your panties.

"More than one man is wishing to have his hand where mine is now tonight” he looks at you caressing your folds through the fabric of your underwear.

"Really? I can keep my options open then." You love a good praising.

He smiles "No babe". 

"Oh you can and I don’t?" you say ironically, you know he still sees that girl.

"Don't bring that up now" he tells you, bringing his fingers to the edge of your panties and he starts to slide them down.

Fine. You think to yourself.

When he tries to move your underwear to the side, you grab his wrist and stop him. "What makes you think that he came to this party for you to touch me?" you tell him almost challenging him.

He looks at you and smiles, "You're mad at me aren't you?" he guesses

"No". Actually yes you are, but you won't even admit it to yourself.

"Come here grumpy, I'm going to fuck out of you that attitude" he pulls you towards him. You put your knees on each side of his hips and sit on his lap. His hands are squeezing your ass.

You don't make a sound.

There is nothing like you two together. Neither of you can deny that. As soon as you two get rid of the inhibitions of work, age, and what’s going on in each other’s lives, you two are amazing together.

You kiss like there's no tomorrow. It feels good, without effort, without pretending. And this is new to you.

Charles pulls your dress up, you smile against his lips. “Let me see her” He looks down on you “Oh there she is” he runs his fingers over your folds.

You bite your button lip suppressing a moan.

“Look at you trying to hold back on me” the tip of his fingers now over your clit. “So wet,” he says and then he inserts one finger inside you making you whine a bit “Oh so wet” his eyes open wider.

“Now don’t touch if you’re not going to buy sir” You take his wrist and pull his fingers out of you.

He groans. “Come on!” he chuckles.

You stand up from his lap pulling your dress down.

 “Show me” you point at his groin “I want to see him too”. 

Charles laughs. He has no reservations about unbuttoning his pants, opening the zipper, and revealing to you the angry bulge making a tent inside his boxers 

The sight makes you wetter. You take one step forward thinking about kneeling and have your taste of it. But he stops you.

“No no darling, I’ve said I was going to fuck out of you that attitude” He pulls you against his body and kisses you while he sits on the bed again. You see him grabbing a condom out of the box on the bed “You get to ride me until my cock wipes that brat smile from your face”. He says all of this while taking his cock out, already leaking and hard, and slides a condom on it. 

You are more than ready for this. “You are going to regret this Leclerc” you mewl as you get on his lap again hovering over his hard cock.

“I fucking doubt it firecracker” he grabs you by the hips. You reach down and grab his cock guiding it inside you.

You sit comfortably on his lap full of his cock and both of you moan. 

His hands keep caressing your body, you feel so good with him, he is trying to hold the feeling of you around him. 

You throw your head back moving your hips in circles “Oh god yes”.

His hands go to your breasts squeezing them “i want you to move but…” he pulls down your dress and your breasts fall out of it “I don’t want this to end” his lips lash to your nipples 

You moan out “Good, you know what to do”. You can’t help it, your body starts moving up and down his cock. 

“Shit!” he gasps grabbing your ass and pulling it down “Wet, tight…” he grids his teeth. 

You support yourself on his shoulders to move faster and look down on him. The world outside that room is fading away as your moans get louder. “Fuck Charles!”

“I know baby I know, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop” he looks up to you.

The feeling of his teeth on your neck makes you squeal in pleasure. Your pussy starts pulsing when you feel his thump on your clits pressing it “Oh fuckfuckfuckfuck” you grunt.

Charles chuckles at your reaction. 

The sounds of your bodies against each other make it all more erotic. You can feel your orgasms approaching each time he presses on your clit and it’s driving you wild “Charles that’s …Oh god…” you moan “I’m.not.going.to.last.long” you punctuated each word with each move down his cock.

He grunts “Come on my cock” his voice sounds raspy, maybe a bit shaky. You look down and see his face red gridding his teeth holding in his orgasms too. Beads of sweat on his forehead.

His cock starts twitching inside you and he starts rubbing your clit harder trying to bring you with him. 

You come first, your moans muffled against his neck. Squeezing his cock. 

His hips push up and against your pussy making your orgasms more intense and seeking his release too.

Just a few more seconds and he pushes your ass down his cock grunting and moaning spilling his cum in hot waves. 

He collapses on the bed. You just fall supporting yourself on your hands on each side of his body, catching your breath with him inside you.  

He looks up to you with a satisfaction grim “You sure know how to ride cock firecracker” he runs his fingers tips on your lips.

You smirk and move your face to the side making his hand caress your cheek. Still catching your breath. 

“Let’s not wait too long to do this again. We’re so good at it” he whispers

You slide up and off him with a gasp and lay next to him. “I have to admit we do know how to fuck each other,” you tell him turning your face to him. 

He laughs, and you laugh too.

Both of you are gazing into each other’s eyes when his phone starts buzzing in his pants pocket. 

It snaps you from his gaze. You sit on the bed as he takes out his phone and looks at the caller ID.

“Si Andrea” “Yes Andrea” he answers while you stand up looking around for your panties. “Che cosa?!” “What?!” he says and you look at him. He sits in bed “Quando?!” “When?!” he puts his hand over his forehead in distress. “Fuck!” he says looking at you.

You are frozen in place looking at his worried grim “What?” you whisper.

He hands the call and looks at his phone for a moment “My girlfriend is here” he looks at you.

You stop breathing for a few seconds watching him standing up and reaching for a tissue from the nightstand next to the bed for the condom he just used with you.

“Your…WHAT?!” the whole situation turns into a nightmare out of the blue

“She shouldn't be here,” he says cleaning himself with the tissue.

“What do you mean?! I thought you were here for…” you stop taking as you realize what is going on. “Oh shit!” your jaw drops open. 

“Y/N this was a guy's trip for Andrea’s birthday, she shouldn’t be here,” Charles says fixing his pants 

“What do you mean she shouldn’t be here, you’re dating now?!” you spit out without thinking about the consequences.

“Yes! “ He looks at you not getting your reaction. Honestly, you don’t get your reaction either. “What’s wrong with it?” he asks opening his arms

You shake your head not even believing it. But you breathe in, and start putting your panties on again without saying a word to him. 

“You’re doing it again” he walks over you 

“I’m doing what?” you snap back 

“Getting mad at me because I have a relationship that’s not with you” he keeps coming closer to you

“We just had sex Charles! You can’t blame me!” you almost fall trying to put your panties back on

“So?” he tries grabbing your arm 

You push his hand away “So?!” you finally get your panties on “You don’t travel to another city for just a fuck”

Charles crosses his arms on his chest his jaw clenching. He doesn’t have a good comeback. He is doing it again too, swallowing his feelings. 

You laugh in disbelief.

Booths staring at each other until a knock on the door snaps you both back 

“Bebè?”, a woman’s voice comes from the other side 

You put your hands on your head not believing his silence. The knocking comes back.

He just looks at the door not moving an inch.

You turn around looking for your purse and walking to the balcony door.

“Y/n…” he whispers

“Don’t you dare Charles” You look at him with your eyes full of tears, it’s the first time you allowed yourself to get like this in front of him. 

You open the balcony door. Not giving him a second to say anything else.

You closed the door behind you. The fresh air hits your face. You breathe in fix your dress and walk back to the door to the living room hall. 

You come inside holding your tears in. You see her knocking on the door of the room you just had sex with her boyfriend.

She is pretty, elegant, and…young. 

You put on a smile and greet her as you pass by her. You don’t even care if she suspects something, you just want to get out of there.

You reach the elevator, no one notices you leaving, the party is too good. 

You get into the elevator. The mirrors inside of it show you what you don’t want to see: yourself broken for a man. Again.

You don’t want to share a tear more for a man. You breathe in and walk out of the elevator.

When you are outside the building, you take your phone and start typing away on it.

“This ends now for me”.

Let me know what you think, please.

[thebiscuiteternal]

Have you got any ideas for a modern take on either of your Nies with a bigger age gap aus?

Hm, I actually haven't thought about that at all. Let me noodle with it a bit and I'll see what I can come up with!

For starters, I think a lot of it would depend on what kind of family business they've got. If I go with the butcher shop/restaurant I use frequently, then there shouldn't be much of a problem for either Normal Mingjue or Reverse Huaisang to inherit when they come of age, but if I go with the bodyguard/security services I also use frequently, it's gonna suck a lot more for Reverse Huaisang.

At the same time, since no one in modern times will be expecting either of them to run a store/restaurant/company at 14/15, unlike the sect, that means the only distraction from their surprise baby brother would be their schooling... oh and any vulture relatives looking to take their inheritance. 'Cause unless Papa Nie left behind some ironclad legal paperwork (which he probably would have done for either Mingjue... not so much for either Huaisang), there will be court dates to deal with.

So, yeah. That's all I've got so far, but it's already gonna be a headache for everybody. :)

[ahgasegotarmy116]

Keep Quiet For Me Noona | Choi Yeonjun

Summary: Roles reverse as Yeonjun asks you to let him take care of you Pairing :f!reader x Yeonjun Word Count: 3k~ Warning: Explicit Language, age gap (four years), Noona kink, oral and fingering (Female receiving) Requested by @pastelpinkjoon and an anon <3 hope you guys like it! Read Keep Quiet For Me for more context~

"Let me make you feel good" I hear the words drip out of Yeonjun's mouth laced with so much seduction that it leaves me wanting to rub my thighs together, and if he wasn't already laying between them I would. 

How did I end up here?

Three months ago

"Noona wait up!" I hear and look over my shoulder to see Yeonjun running up to me. "Oh hi Yeonjun, how are you?" I question when he finally catches up to me while I make my way to sit in our University's quad. "I'm good thanks, I wanted to see if maybe we could hang out sometime?" he asks while also trying to catch his breath. "You want to hang out with me? Why not Jaeyoung? Did you guys fight?" I question confused as to why he suddenly wanted to spend time with me instead of my little brother who also happens to be his best friend. "No we didn't fight or anything like that, I just wanted to spend some time with you!" he says with a bright smile on his face. 

"And why's that?" I ask tilting my head, trying to figure out his exact motives. "Well..." he starts and pauses for a second "I guess what I'm trying to say is that I think you're really pretty and I want to ask you out" he explains scratching the back of his neck, and I can now see how the tips of his ears are turning pink. "Yeonjun you do know I'm four years older than you right?" I say giving him a half smile.

"Yeah I know, I've known you for long enough to at least know that" he says referring to how many years you've know each other (about 7 but who's counting). "Have you talked to Jaeyoung about this?" I question crossing my arms, amused by his behavior. "Well... no" he says with his head drooping. "Yeonjun I don't want to mess up your friendship with my brother just because you have a crush on me. I know you guys are close and I don't want to cause any awkwardness between you two" I finish giving a reasonable answer, hoping that it'll suffice. 

"Well what if he's cool with it?" he questions hoping he can put in some work to change my mind. "You do know who we're talking about right? Plus don't you have any girls your age to date? I'm pretty sure I see a few of them checking you out over there" I say nodding towards the girls that are clearly eyeing him like a piece of meat. "The girls my age are so immature Noona and they're all so shallow. You're a lot prettier than them, plus I've known you for so long and I've liked you for the longest time" he says deciding to just confess.

"Yeonjun I don't know..." I say not really sure how to respond. "Just give me a chance, please? I'll talk to Jaeyoung and make sure he's cool with it!" he pleads quickly hoping I don't brush him off. "Will you say yes then?" he questions with pleading eyes. "I'll think about it..." I say settling on that for now. "Yes! Thank you Noona I promise you won't regret it!" he says and runs off to what I assume is to find Jaeyoung. 

Later that week he comes back to me with his tail between his legs. "He said no didn't he?" I say breaking the ice. "He said it would be weird if I dated his sister and that I wouldn't spend time with him anymore if I did" he relays pouting. "I'm sorry Yeonjun, I'm sure theres a great girl out there for you. Don't worry about me okay? You'll find her one day." I say placing my hand on his shoulder and get up to grab my stuff.

"Where are you going?" he questions with the biggest puppy dog eyes I've ever seen from him. "Aww don't do that! I'm just walking to class, do you wanna walk with me?" I offer hoping this'll perk him up a bit. "Really? Sure!" he says hopping up and taking my bag from me. I try to grab it back but he just holds it up out of my reach and laughs at my attempts of getting it back before I finally concede and just start making my way to the classroom. 

As the weeks went by he continued to walk me to that class every time I had it and I've become fond of our little talks on the short journey there. It's strange that my day feels almost incomplete when he isn't able to do it. "Hi Noona!" Yeonjun says sneaking up on me from behind. "Yeonjun don't do that!" I say placing a hand on my chest to steady myself.

"Sorry I didn't mean to, I think you were just spacing out a bit otherwise you definitely would've seen me" he says with a cheeky smile. I roll my eyes and stand up getting ready to walk to my class, with him trailing behind me before he catches me and takes my bag like always. "Is everything okay?" he asks searching my eyes for answers. "Yeah I'm fine I was just thinking about some things and I got a bit carried away" I explain hopefully easing his mind without giving away too much. 

"What were you thinking about? Anything I can help with?" he says offering me a small smile. "No it's okay don't worry about it, but thank you Yeonjun. You've been so nice to me even though I rejected you and I don't know why you would do something like that" I say voicing some of my thoughts to him. "I just like spending time with you, but if you want to really thank me then you could come to a party that my friend is having this weekend!" He says adjusting the strap on his backpack.

"Who's party is it?" I question curious as to who might be there. "Just one of my friends on the lacrosse team. Jaeyoung isn't gonna be there" he says quickly hoping to get rid of one of my excuses as to why I shouldn't go. "You can bring a friend if you want! It'll be super chill and we can spend some time together outside of school this time" he says rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, clearly excited but also nervous as to what my response might be. 

"Text me the details and I'll let you know if I'll be able to make it" I settle, not giving him a definitive yes or no. "Okay awesome! I'll text you later?" he questions and I nod at that, taking my bag back from him since we had just reached my class. He smiles at me and walks backwards not wanting to look away from me just yet, clearly excited at the prospect of us finally spending time together other than our short lived journey twice a week. I

wave to him and he waves back right before he bumps into the wall behind him losing his balance for a second. I laugh at his antics and shake my head and walk into class but not before I spare him one more glance and see that despite all of that he's still watching me, waiting for me to walk into class to which I suddenly blush at. 'Wait! Blush? Girl no! Get yourself together, he's your little brother's best friend. He's your friend, stop it' I think to myself shaking off the flustered feeling that started to bloom along with the growing blush on my cheeks.

So that's how it all started, I never thought I would find myself in this position but I can't say that I'm not happy to be here.

"Is that okay?" I hear Yeonjun say, noticing I haven't responded to him since he had offered to continue. "You really don't have to, I didn't do that just because I was expecting you to do the same..." I say trailing off almost feeling a bit shy under his gaze again. "But I want to. Please Noona..." he asks while rubbing circles on my hip with this thumb. "I want to please you" he says while coming back up to me and placing soft kisses all along my neck.

"Let me take care of you" he whispers in my ear and continues to kiss my neck until he hears a sharp inhale from he when he finds a spot that makes my head spin. He licks a long stipe along it and pulls back a bit and blows on it which has me shivering under him. 

"So sensitive" he taunts and before I can open my mouth to say something in return he goes back and starts nipping and kissing that spot again. "Yeonjun" I let out in a breathy tone. "Yes Noona?" he says between kisses. "Please" I whimper feeling a sense of need bubble up inside me again. "Please what?" he asks and comes up to give me a deep kiss that leaves me longing for more. "Touch me" I whisper against his lips.

"What would you like me to do?" he says and starts running his hand up and down my outer thigh. I squirm, trying to get some sort of friction as the need between my legs just keeps building. "Slow down baby, I'll take care of you but if you don't use your words then I won't know how" he says in a teasing tone that has me feeling breathless. "I want your fingers" I let out shyly, now feeling myself slip into a more submissive roll. 

"See that wasn't so hard" he says and takes the hand that has running along my curves and brings it to my abdomen, letting his fingers trail down slowly which has me wanting to beg. "Please" I let out as he continues to tease me as his fingers slip between my legs but only to run along my inner thigh, continuing his pain staking task. "Patience baby, I got you. Can you keep quiet for me Noona? Just like I did for you?" he questions tilting his head at me and I nod waiting for his touch.

"Good girl" he says with a slight upturn of his lips and then I feel him start to run a finger along my slit. My breath hitches, not expecting the contact so quickly. "Shh Noona, that's not quiet" he says in my ear and takes that chance to bite on it softly. I inhale once I feel him start to rub my clit in languid motions. "You're so wet" he says in my ear once more before pulling back to watch my reactions as he inserts one finger. I close my eyes tight and relish in the feeling I've been craving. He rubs my clit while he continues to pump his finger in and out of me, dragging his finger along my walls to add to the pleasure.

"That's it, good girl" he says satisfied with my reactions, "Breathe Noona" he continues as he's noticed that I'm holding my breath, trying my best to keep myself quiet. Once I take a breath in I'm caught off guard by Yeonjun's mouth against mine as well as feeling another finger inserted. He takes the opportunity to go in for a deeper kiss and I whimper into his mouth from the overwhelming stimulation.

He decides to not mention this one and just swallows all of the sounds I let out as he continues to touch me. He feels me squirming and takes note of how hard I'm clenching around his two fingers that he decided to pull them out, ripping away my building orgasm. I whine at the loss of contact and he chuckles at the sound. 

"Seems like you're not very good at keeping quiet Noona, or am I just making you feel too good?" he taunts and goes back to rubbing circles around my clit that is pulsing with need. "Please" I whine losing all sense of self respect, needing to chase that high. "Please what? What do you want?" he taunts, not letting up for a second on his teasing.

"Want your mouth" I pant out feeling that burning sensation building again. "Where do you want it? Here?" he says giving me a kiss. "Down there" I whine and jolt a bit from the feeling of him giving me a quick pinch on my sensitive bud. "Down where? Here?" he says kissing along my collarbone. "Lower" I let out begging for him to hurry. "Here?" he say trailing down my abdomen to my hip, sucking a mark on it and running his tongue along it. "Lower" I let out breathlessly and feel him trace his lips down to the inside of my thigh. 

He lifts his head to make eye contact with me and then blows on my cunt and watches as I squirm from the sensation. He places a hand on my hip and growls for me to stay still and I do my best to settle back down. He leans in closer and licks a long stripe along my slit and I swallow a moan that is desperate to come out and throw my head back onto the pillow. "You taste so sweet Noona" he compliments, making me shy.

"Eyes on me" he says while nuzzling his nose into me and nudging against my clit. He takes a second to look down at my cunt before leaning in and kissing my clit, starting his assault there first. He peers back up at me through his lashes and sees that I still have my eyes on him and he sends me a slight smile before speeding up his movements which has me clenching around nothing.

He runs his tongue from my clit to just above my entrance continuing to tease me to which I whine in protest. "Shh you can take it" he says as he inserts his tongue inside my entrance which has me fisting the sheets. He licks and sucks all over my cunt making me whimper not able to swallow this one down.

"You haven't been a very good listener huh?" he says coming back up and giving me a sideways smile. "But I think I wanna hear your pretty moans now, you sound so cute trying to stay quiet. Let me know how good I'm making you feel" he says before going back down to continue

"Fuck, so good. So so good Yeonjun please" I moan out, finding my voice. He continues and replaces his tongue with two of his fingers which has my hip bucking into them unconsciously. He growls against my cunt and the vibration has me gasping for air along with him nipping at my throbbing clit. "Yeonjun, please" I moan begging him for release and he continues to work harder as he feels my walls clenching around his digits and he add another to coax me along.

My vision goes blurry as I feel myself reaching the edge and my legs start shaking showing that I'm seconds from cumming and he knows. He changes pace and pumps his fingers in and out of me at a rapid pace and replaces his tongue on my clit with his thumb and comes up for air and I moan seeing his face covered in my slick as he utters "Cum for me Noona" which sends me over the edge, toes curling, back arching, legs shaking and moans that I don't even recognize all happening at once as I cum around his fingers while he watches and hovers over me. 

He pumps his fingers a few more times to help me ride it out and brings his mouth down and cleans me up until I'm whining from overstimulation. He places his fingers in his mouth and savors the last bit of my arousal before he comes up and kisses me so I can taste myself on his tongue. I pull him close to me and roll him over so I can take over the kiss for a minute before dropping back onto my back next to him. 

"Fuck" is all I can manage to say while trying to catch my breath, "I told you I could take care of you didn't I?" Yeonjun asks rolling over and propping his head on my chest. "Shut up" I laugh covering my face feeling embarrassed from his close gaze. "Nuh uh no being shy around me Noona, look at me" I do as he asks and he comes closer and gives me a few more lazy kisses and trails them down my neck hoping to get me to relax a bit more. "How are you feeling?" he questions as he feels me start to lose some of the tension in my body. "Fucking fantastic" I respond honestly and he laughs at my honesty. 

"Good, now will you please let me take you out?" he asks now sporting some puppy dog eyes hoping to use them to his advantage, "I don't know..." I trail still not sure. "Come on Noona please, we don't have to do anything else if you think you're gonna regret it" he says feeling a bit insecure now. "Yeonjun no, I don't regret anything" I protest, running my fingers through his hair. "We can both go talk to Jaeyoung if that's what you're worried about. Plus you're his older sister so you shouldn't have to listen to him" he says cuddling in closer to me.

"Do you wan't to go out with me?" he questions softly, clearly feeling vulnerable in this position. After taking a moment to think I finally nod and agree. "Let's talk to Jae tomorrow" I suggest and he jumps on me and kisses me all over. "Are you serious?" he says with eyes sparkling in stark contrast of his intense lustful gaze from a few moments ago. I nod my head and he pulls me even closer and we spend the rest of our time together just talking nonsense until the night ends. 

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"Lightbeam" Fic Notes

Pretend I posted this *checks watch* two days ago when I finished Lightbeam. I got busy lol and I was playing Stardew Valley.

Epilogue Life:

:) You’ll have to wait

Chapter 1:

⦁ This fic was originally written back in February after Embrace the Blame in preparation for the Bang. TLDR is we needed to have the fics ready early so the artists could then illustrate them, so I just wanted to write the whole thing at once because that’s how my projects work. I actually finished Embrace the Blame a few days before I posted the final chapter(s) because I had been posting it on a schedule and I could just continue using that as I worked on this to make the gap in my posting overall smaller. I think it actually took me like two weeks to write this, which is why there was a week and a half between the end of EtB and start of MMaM (and of course I had to write MMaM some too, but I already wrote the first few chapters ages ago). It’s also why there was almost two weeks between Start Your Engine finishing and Our Love Is God starting. I wrote the entire rough draft in February, and during that break I edited and finalized the fic for posting in May. I also just had a lot going on then, but yeah this fic has been slotted in between my others over the last few months.

⦁ Adora’s father’s information was left blank because she was an immaculate conception. More on this will be explored in the sequel fic <3

⦁ Norwyn is officially unnamed in the reboot I think but he’s one of the higher-ups at Mystacor. In the OG he was Shadow Weaver’s mentor.

⦁ Adora’s weather powers come up a lot in the first few scenes and I wish I had more “diversity” in magical incidents, but the problem is, as outlined later in the fic, Adora has no idea the stuff she’s doing (see: her coffee) and the weather stuff is pretty much the only consistent thing she has identified as maybe her fault. There was initially also mention of a drowning incident she miraculously survived when learning how to swim that even she knew was weird, but it ended up cut for flow.

⦁ In general, magic is normal, inevitable, and accepted, but there are still some “normie” communities that pop up in small pockets and want nothing to do with, say, a lesbian drowning the upper east side by accident on a Wednesday afternoon because she’s sad. Legally they can’t do anything to “discriminate”, but it’s a culture thing. Catra faced constant bullying and Adora was only safe because she didn’t even know if she had magic. Weaver moved there after getting cursed from her own incompetence because they easily believed the story that someone else cursed her and welcomed her in as a victim with open arms. Her understanding along with rejection of magic made her the perfect person to point to justify their ignorance (see, even a once-sorceress can be turned on and reject magic when she realizes the dangers. Etc). The main reason she moved there was just because there was less magic in the area, though (part of the reason a normie community popped up there), so it made it easier to manage her curse because it was weakened.

⦁ Oh boy, the Whispering Woods section. So first, I should say the version in the fic is pretty much what I originally outlined. The only big difference was Adora was supposed to find out about Razz from her research and went seeking her out rather than going there following her “mom.” I couldn’t figure out what that research would look like, though, so I went with the mom thing because that aligned with her backstory. My big problem was that I got a new idea once I got to writing the woods and the new idea was bad but it felt like reversing progress to go back to the original thing. The new idea was that Mara was an ancient She-ra who fell in love with Light Hope and, in her grief when Light Hope died, accidentally transformed her soul into a guardian spirit who would watch over future She-ras and “keep them safe” so they don’t get in a position where they, yknow, accidentally warp time and space and the laws of physics again. Light Hope was the one who actually sent the lightning, sent Catra, and protected Adora when she was drowning when she was seven. Adora would find the hut, would talk in circles with Razz, spot Catra who immediately fled, and get so frustrated and sad it started pouring rain, which forced Catra to flee back in through the window and into Adora’s arms for safety from Razz but she refused to change back because she was mad at her. While waiting out the storm, Adora eventually had the idea to google guardian spirits, found different methods for getting in contact with them, and tried meditation. This is around when I realized this whole set-up was bust, but the idea was going to be that she got in contact with Light Hope, had her powers she wasn’t in touch with explained to her, and told Light Hope to stop the wrath of god shit. Light Hope’s existence kind of wiped out everything I had planned for what was supposed to be the actual fic with her learning her powers. This new backstory changed everything and ruined what I actually wanted to write about, so I went back to my original outline. It’s way better for it and it meant I actually got to do the slow discovering and mastering of her powers I had planned, but boy can it be a struggle to dig yourself out of a hole and lose “progress”.

⦁ Catra eating the pie was actually a joke from before I started working on the fic. The original joke was that she was legitimately visiting the woods just to “steal” food from Razz and this was a thing she did on the weekends sometimes because they all lived nearby. Razz was fine with sharing with her cat “guest” in this version and seemed oblivious to the fact she was a person. This got changed because 1) Even if I changed it so they were all living near the woods and there weren’t barriers to Catra and Adora spending time together early on when she’s reluctant, that then posed the question of why the hell Adora hadn’t tried visiting her mom’s place already if it was easily accessible, 2) while I think Catra taking the pie once she knows about it is in character, her ever wandering through the woods enough to even find Razz to steal from wasn’t, so the basic set up didn’t really work, 3) the final version, with Adora’s powers going haywire and bringing her there, is way more impactful and in line with the fic’s story. It gives Catra a motivation to keep in contact with Adora after this point and illustrates definitively just how powerful Adora’s powers can be when she’s still in denial about the “warping the fabric of reality” thing.

⦁ Agatha Trunchbull was the basically demonic head mistress in Matilda, which, from my understanding, had a fucking torture closet she would lock kids into, in addition to regularly assaulting them like when she clobbered a massive serving tray over a kids head. I haven’t actually read the book, I just knew someone who liked it growing up and I went to the wikipedia to be sure when I went for the reference.

Chapter 2:

⦁ Adora’s spiraling and exaggerating, but empaths do need to actually hold the hand of someone and open their heart to feel their energy, so Adora isn’t likely to ever cause an accidental concussion as long as she’s careful about who she holds hands with.

⦁ “Catra sends her a condescending look that makes Adora blush for some reason.” It’s because you like belittling, idiot.

⦁ Catra’s kitten form is partially a result of trauma and partially natural self-defense. Having such a small form allowed her to hide and slip away when she needed safety from Weaver/bullies/etc. The trauma getting a little better is why she was able to “grow up” a little but she was right that it’s permanent in the sense she will never be able to have an adult form.

⦁ The meditation was actually a lot more helpful than Adora gave it credit for, but again, lack of self-awareness.

Chapter 3:

⦁ Adora’s whole thing about “oh, I’ve never actually experienced this thing I’ve heard talked about” is definitely a realization I’ve had a few times in my life, usually in some medical context though, like when I found out I’d never had an actual runny nose because I’d never breathed through my nose before.

Chapter 4:

⦁ Catra is being especially cuddly as a cat because it’s an “acceptable” way to get snuggled up close so she can then transform and properly cuddle Adora.

⦁ Catra showing up at her door as a cat was literally just because I wanted an excuse to write more kitten!Catra I was ready to be done with her yet lol.

⦁ I’m planning to write a sequel fic set a few years down the line once Catra and Adora are married, but as you know if you’ve been following my Tumblr, I have like three active WIPs demanding attention, so that’s going to have to wait.

⦁ This isn’t related to the fic so much, but this was my first time ever doing a fandom event! There’s definitely zines and stuff I would have wanted to participate in before but I only ever learn about these things after they’re already over lol. I loved being part of this Bang and oh my god do I love the illustrations so much Karo did an INCREDIBLE job. I knew I wanted to participate in the Bang the second I heard about it, but picking a fic was hard. I really wanted to write something in canon but didn’t think any of my current OotW ideas would be long enough for the word count requirement. At that time, I had a canon divergent AU ready to go, but it was Make Me A Monster and I wanted to do something happy so… yeah that was a no go lol even if someone might have wanted to draw the cybernetics. Lightbeam ended up being the perfect option because it was 1) fairly short for an AU but long enough to meet the requirement and post over the week, 2) light-hearted, 3) had plenty of scenes I thought someone might want to illustrate between Adora’s powers and kitten!Catra, 4) I’ll be honest, it kind of felt full circle, because…

⦁ At the start of this year I posted freak occurrence: confluence as a celebration of over three years of posting Catradora fics and finally getting to my fics being 1% of the entire Catradora tag on AO3 (next goal is 1% of the SPOP tag — JOKE THIS IS A JOKE THAT’S NEVER HAPPENING). It featured tons of my Catradora couples from various AUs — including one AU that hadn’t been posted yet. I’d had the freak occurrence fic idea for three years, so whenever I came up with a new AU I’d picture its Catradora in that scenario, which meant I’d already thought about what Lightbeam’s couple would do in that scenario even though I hadn’t written it yet. Getting to post it as part of the Bang was so exciting and I hope it lived up to expectations! The version that was featured in that fic was a few years older, when Adora had a better grip on her magic, but you’ll see a bit of that in the sequel fic.

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u know i just had an article pop up abt a movie w martin freeman & jenna ortega where they are in a teacher/student relationship and the article was martin freeman being like ppl shouldn’t complain abt the age gap it’s fine and he is 52 and she is 21 (31 yr gap) and the movie depicts a clearly toxic dynamic given the power imbalance between a teacher and student as well as between a young girl and a well over middle aged man and so many of the comments were like who cares abt age gaps?? and if the genders were reversed no one would care!!! and there are so many things that bother me abt this situation but i dont see how ppl cannot see the inherent predatory nature of a relationship like that between someone who has been an adult for 3 yrs vs someone who has been an adult for 34 yrs. and i don’t just mean the movie i think everyone excluding jenna involved in that movie is sick. how is martin freeman personally comfortable kissing and i’m assuming having sex scenes w since the movie was R rated (checked and there is at least a scene where they undress while making out presumably to have sex after) w a girl that is so much younger than him? like yeah of course he doesn’t see the issue if he was ok taking the role in the first place. and i feel so bad for jenna bc i feel like no one is looking out for her if they are putting her in movies like this. she is not an up and coming actress who needed to take this role (which would have been just as bad btw) she could have simply not been in this movie. no one is protecting her from these types of roles and that is so sad tbh. there is also just no need for these types of movies like what is the point? there is nothing to it besides normalizing these age gaps that are predatory to young women and girls and feeding into male fantasies of having sex w a girl barely overage when they are 30 yrs older than them. AND it encourages men to harass young women under the impression that they will find them attractive no matter how much ppl insist it won’t bc the male ego is stronger than anything in this world. they can pretend all they want oh it’s fine bc she’s an adult! but a girl being just above the age of legal adulthood does not make her being in a relationship w man 30 yrs older than her not predatory. and if the movie is not abt how disgusting it is (it isn’t) then there is no need to be making the movie. i think martin freeman should be taken out back for being in this movie on god. disgusting! also just ftr if the genders were reversed ppl WOULD care actually. esp bc there is no young woman to sexualize. hate that argument more than anything.

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Carpe Noctem 27

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, gaslighting, manipulation, violence, blood, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (short!reader)

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

Pain puts you to sleep despite your piquing anxiety. You doze until your alarm wakes you. The pin in your neck has dulled enough to move, carefully. You dress in the dark, a turtleneck and your most broken-in jeans. You sit for a while and contemplate the day ahead of you, bracing your mind and body.

You get up and toss your things in your purse, keys, phone, whathaveyou. You'll have coffee at work, may as well get it while you're there. You creep through the large house without turning on any lights, stopping by the door to wiggle into your boots and lifting your jacket from the hook. Lloyd likes to sleep in but you won't chance an early morning encounter.

You go out into the brisk autumn air and toss your purse and coat into the passenger seat as you drop into the driver's side. You adjust the backrest and see the shuddered lights from the second floor. You don't notice any movement or shadows on the other side.

You reverse out and drive without urgency. You'll be well on time, you would just rather be out of that house. You roll the steering wheel with your thumb as you yawn. A glare of headlights flashes in the rearview but don't make the light behind you. They fade as you cruise along, street by street, until you get to the cafe. You park by a meter and use the app to pay for the day.

Cole greets you, approaching at the same time as you. You stand back and wait for him to unlock the door. He holds it for you and follows you inside.

"You okay?" He asks as he turns the latch back into place, "you're quiet."

"Late night," you resist shrugging, not wanting to trigger that tedious nerve.

"Tell me about it," he scoffs as you take out the till to balance and he goes about checking the machines. "Ma has this mouse that won't leave her pantry alone. I spent hours trying to catch the thing. She doesn't wanna kill it so..."

"Aw, that's kinda cute, and so nice of you."

"Yeah, dad won't go along with it. He says if he sees the thing, he'll be sure to stomp it," he clucks his tongue, "I don't even know what to do with it if I do catch it."

"Hmm, yeah, I wouldn't know," you hum as you break a roll of dimes.

"Anyways, work, I got everything expensed out. Do you want reimbursement on your first pay or I can cut you a check today?" He offers as he comes to stand beside you.

"Oh, well, it's whatever. I can wait until payday if it's easier."

He nods and smiles at you, fingers tapping on the counter as he watches you. He's close. Very close. You can smell his pine cologne and vague scent of sawdust. "You say I'm nice? I don't think I've met someone like you in... well, ever. You make everything so easy."

"Uh, really?" You utter skeptically. You'd argue the opposite, everything in your life seems too complicated.

"Yeah, you're so giving. You know, I can tell you take care of everyone else before yourself. It's amazing but not good for you. If you need a day off..."

"No, no, don't worry about me," you open the drawer on the register and shove the till inside, "really, I can manage. I'm used to twenty kids running circles around me."

"Ah, yeah, how was that? You must like kids. Or... did you quit? Was it too much?"

His curiosity bristles on your scalp. He's just being nice and yet, it's a bit too much. Or maybe you're just overwhelmed by everything else. He might be right, you might need a day. But time off means more time in Lloyd's domain.

"No, I loved it. Every day was so fun and you see the kids learning and growing and they just, there's never a problem bigger than a toy they don't want to share, you know?" You can't help but smile, "they called me mimi..." the word dangles, slightly tainted as you hear Lloyd in your head, "and they always wanted hugs."

"Wow, sure beats steaming milk 'til you're red in the face," he drawls, "I wanna be selfish and beg you not to leave us but seems like you loved it."

"Yeah, well, I'll see if I get any calls," you swallow and turn to check the opening list laminated and hung behind the baked goods display.

A knock hammers at the door and startles you both. You look at Cole as he furrows his brow back at you. He tilts his head.

"Peter's closing today..." he utters.

You glance at the door and see a man you don't recognise on the other side. Cole shows his palm, gesturing you to stay as he squeezes past you and goes around the other side of the counter. He crosses to the door and taps his watch at the man.

"We're closed, got half an hour--"

The impatient customer keeps his jaw set and reaches under his dark jacket. He pulls something out and slaps it against the glass. Cole growls and puts his head back. He turns his hands out helplessly and unlocks the door. You spy the man's golden badge as he steps in without a word.

"What's going on?" Cole steps back, hooking his thumbs in his jeans.

"Break-in up the street," the man says, "we're just checking things out..."

"Oh? A break-in?" Cole gulps.

"Really?" You murmur.

The man looks at you, his blue eyes glinting. He nods and faces Cole again, "Detective Fowler."

Cole juts out his chin in thought before he replies, "a detective? Isn't that a bit much for a break-in?"

"Some details can't be divulged," Fowler insists.

"Of course," Cole agrees, "we only just got here like ten minutes ago and we haven't seen anything."

The detective nods as he paces around, considering every inch, soles scuffing across the floor. He nears the counter across from you and looks you up and down. His cheek dimples just slightly.

"Do I know you?" He asks. Your brows pop up and you sputter. No, you don't.

He hums and pokes his tongue inside his cheek, "wait," he snaps his finger, "you know Johnny Storm. Young guy on the beat."

"Um," you look away, "yeah, he's my ex."

"Ah shit, sorry, I didn't know. Don't know the kid much but run into him time to time," he slides his hand into his pocket, "well, guess you two wouldn't know much. If you do see anything..." He slips a card out of his pocket and holds it out to you, "you can call me."

He backs up and turns on his heel. He nods to Cole as he struts back to the door, opening it himself as he leaves you both in nervous silence. Cole grumbles and crosses his arms. You look at him as he scowls.

"Seemed real interested in you," he intones, "I didn't know your ex was a cop."

You wet your dry lips with the tip of your tongue and exhale, "yeah, well, he's my ex for a reason. I've moved on." You return your attention to the list, "so let's do the same and get back to work.”