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may/december

or edward cullen or those vampire diaries or ashton and demi just no daleface okay

MAY/DECEMBER ROMANCE

A May-December romance is any where there is a larger than average age difference between the partners involved. Sometimes this is met with disapproval, sometimes it is arranged, sometimes it is abuse of power, and other times it just happens and it's no one's fault or doing. This meme focuses on those relationships.

- Post with your character, preferences, and note their ages (or an estimate if no canon age is given).
- Please don't forget to note how much of an age gap you're comfortable with!
- Look around, tag. Have fun! Make up a scenario or make use of the prompts below.

beginning
1. confession - you've just confessed your love. How is it received?
2. coerced - they have more power than you and you have no choice but to go along.
3. arranged - this was an arranged union and may not have had anything to do with your choosing at all.
4. secret - it would be forbidden or frowned upon, but you can't resist...

middle
1. difference - does the age difference make things difficult?
2. domesticity - just a day in the life...
3. experience - one of you has more experience than the other, but at least they're eager to teach.
4. argument - you're fighting for one reason or another.

end
1. breakup - things aren't working.
2. discovered - your forbidden secret has been found out and judged.
3. another - one of you has fallen in love with another.
4. happily ever after - against all odds, you've made it work.

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[ It doesn't take long for Manuela to get her wish. Through a series of repeated murmurs of her name, Ferdinand's vigorous thrusts continue, even as his body quakes and trembles with the beginnings of an orgasm. His cock pulsates between her breasts, and its head swells as her lips and tongue lavish attention upon it. The first volley narrowly misses as he retreats, a stream of milky fluid erupting upward from her cleavage before splattering on her heavenly breasts. His thrusts falter as pleasure wracks every nerve in his body, each throb of his cock adding to the mess that quickly coats the tops of her breasts and her cleavage. ]

Manuela...

[ Hoarse and breathless though his voice may be, her name still comes out like a prayer. Even in this state of overwhelming pleasure, he gazes down at her eyes, his own full of longing. Longing to have her, longing to see her come while proudly wearing his seed. His fingers pinch and tug at her nipples in time with the rocking of her fingers, hoping to enhance whatever pleasure she's getting from fingering herself.

Even as his orgasm starts to wane and his hips slow, he doesn't want her any less than before. ]

[ How easy it would have been to come right then and there? Fingers knuckle-deep into her sopping-wet cunt, chest and cleavage covered near-opaque with the seed of a man who could not stop whispering her name like it was gospel itself. His hands were so wonderfully rough on her nipples, too, inarguably one of the more sensitive parts of her. Oh how she could feel it building, too — winding and winding and winding like an overheated coil, ready to snap and spring...

But, no. She clamps her palm around her flushed-pink mound, clenches her thighs tight against any impending orgasm. Rather, she lets him ride his own out, till he's left humping his own spend that's pooled between her breasts. She lifts her hand back from between her legs so she can swipe up some of that come. ]

Mmm, [ she moans around the taste of him mingled with her own taste once those fingers lift to her lips. ] Dear Ferdinand... You've certainly got much to give.

[ But is that all, she wonders? Well, there's only one way to find out.

Carefully, she disengages from him so that she can crawl further up on the cot. Turning onto her hands and knees, she presents her rear to him like they were no more than the animals they've been fucking like thus far. It's clear that Manuela is far from done.

Reaching back, she pulls on one round cheek to bare her cunt to him once more, thighs spread. ]

You know what I want next... Be a good boy and fill me right up, would you?

[ Whether he still remained hard hardly mattered. She clearly had every intent to bring him right back around, even if she had to do so with him nestled deep inside her. ]

[ Ferdinand’s orgasm may have dulled his senses and left him in a heady, breathless state, but it certainly hasn’t sated his appetite. As he watches Manuela settle into position, gracing him with such a tantalizing view, he can already feel the simmering flames of his arousal growing once more. Though his cock aches from having been so thoroughly pleasured already, it aches even worse not to be buried hilt-deep in that wet, gorgeous cunt. ]

Anything for you, my love.

[ Love is certainly what has helped him cast aside his inhibitions and indulge in their mutual desires. But what keeps his cock hard — or, at the very least, hard enough — is sheer desire. Love and lust make for quite the pair of bedfellows.

He climbs onto the cot behind her, mounting it on his knees. One hand keeps a firm hold on his cock, giving it a soft stroke that spreads some of his own seed along his shaft. His other hand takes a firm hold of Manuela’s hip not to steady her, but to steady himself. He guides the head of his cock between her folds, and though it does take him a second or two of blind fumbling to find his way into her, it does mean that the head of his cock gets dragged over the hood of her clit before he starts to press in, sucking in a gasp as the walls of her cunt yield around more and more of his length.

He’s pleasured himself to this very thought, taking her from behind in her infirmary. He never dreamed it would become real, but he intends to make the most of it. ]

[ Her chest prickles at the phrase — my love — and it's just fortunate he should soon follow it up with the pressure of his cock pressing in, for Manuela surely would have said or done something quite embarrassing. To think he would be here, this gorgeous and upstart young man, so readily showering her with the praises and attention she's craved for years... It was enough to make a woman weep.

Fortunately, his body is just as distracting. And hers reacts quite eagerly. ]

Ohhhyes, [ she gasps, her words nearly slurring together from how overwhelming it all felt. The push of his cock, so thick and long and hard for her, just for her, alone threatens to throw her right back over the very edge she stood by no more than a few minutes ago. She arches her back, shoving her ass against him even further to draw as much of him in as she can possibly manage. Somehow it is both too much and not enough. The very thought is dizzying, and downright addictive. He speaks of love and so Manuela knows he is hers, but she's certain even if he hadn't, she wouldn't have been capable of letting him go.

Reaching back, she wraps her dainty fingers around one of his wrists, the one whose hand grips tightly at her hip. ]

Fuck yes, my dear, fuck me... [ So much for discretion. So much for reservations. ] Oh, fuck me until my voice grows hoarse!

[ Such language would normally scandalize Ferdinand, but he's long past the point of being scandalized. Manuela has stripped away every last inhibition he has, and even the crudest words from her mouth make for the most seductive music. In fact, there's even something downright arousing about hearing her say such things, out of passion for him.

He doesn't have long to think about it, though. The way her cunt squeezes around him and her sensuous bottom presses so wantonly into his hips, dragging him deeper inside, makes every nerve in his body feel overwhelmed with pleasure. Goddess, everything about her feels as though they were always meant to join together like this. ]

I want to feel you come around me. [ His own voice is simultaneously soft yet harsh, his throat strained with pleasure in a sharp contrast to its usual smoothness. He's never known pleasure nor arousal to this extent, and it all affects him in ways that he could never have guessed. ] Over and over again.

[ She has a firm grip on one of his hands, but the other is quite free. It likewise reaches around in front of her by the hip, but rather than stopping there, it reaches underneath her and between her legs, with only a little bit of blind probing needed before his first two fingers find the jewel nestled above her slit. He strums it like a harp string, back and forth in graceful, insistent motions as his hips rock into her, the sound of flesh clapping against flesh filling the room along with the sounds of pleasure. ]

Edited (i love catching a typo as soon as i hit the reply button) 2024-09-04 15:48 (UTC)

—Oh!

[ How funny, though, that the moment Ferdinand decides he could hear her speak filth for days, is almost the exact moment he steals all her words out of her. That masterful hand of his, wasted on a lance and sword, touching her in a way she'd always prayed to the Goddess a man would: possessive, passionate, doting. Her knees nearly give out beneath her, as no more than a few seconds of that fervent strumming does her second orgasm come crashing over her like a tidal wave. He would feel it as much as hear it in the way her voice breaks, that vice-like squeeze of her cunt around his cock, stalling his otherwise measured thrusts. ]

Yes, yes, yes yes yes yes.

[ A bright, keening mewl, his very own sex kitten, and another delightful arch of her back as the aftershocks leave her trembling. ]

[ Each time she tightens around him and halts his thrusts, he indulges her, pushing his hips forward as she pulls him in. And though his vocalizations are much less pronounced than hers, there's no hiding the strained, ecstatic groans that leave his throat each time she squeezes him.

The sight before him is one he never would have predicted: the woman he's pined for to progressively intensifying degrees over most of his life, bent over before him and climaxing around his cock, wearing his seed on her chest. He should feel satisfied, but instead, he wants more of her, to touch her in as many places as he possibly can and make her pleasure so complete that she becomes utterly addicted to him.

He leans forward over her back, and the hand on her hip leaves it, bringing hers along for the ride. He cups a hand over one of her breasts, capturing it in his palm as it swings from the force of their thrusts, and squeezes it rather firmly, kneading it into her chest. That he gets some of his own cum on his fingers doesn't bother him, but all the same, he can't help but imagine her cleaning it off for him. ]

Do you want me to come inside of you, Manuela? [ He can only get so close to her ear in this position, but he speaks the words in its direction all the same, as if they're a scandalous secret kept between the two of them. ] Then keep fucking you until you are spent?

[ If anybody could make Ferdinand von Aegir so turned on that he simply forgets all about manners, it's Manuela. ]

[ With her last orgasm, she had had a bit of reprieve. Ferdinand had been kink enough to give her a breath or two, but with this he is merciless, fucking her through the ripples of pleasure, hips never once slowing down or relenting. Fortunate he's pressed against her, acting as some sort of grounding structure, even as the desire to sink further and further into the cot starts to overwhelm her. ]

Fuck me until you are spent, [ she pants, nearly out of breath but not for a lack of desire. ] I don't plan on letting you go until I've squeezed every last drop out of you.

[ There is little she can do to him like this, in this position. Turning her head, she angles a stare are him so sultry she knows for a fact it would have sent a far more bashful Ferdinand scurrying off to tend to certain bodily matters. ]

Now come inside me, dear Ferdinand. Did I not already tell you I want you to fill me up until I'm leaking your spend?

[ It felt easy for Ferdinand to take a more assertive role, taking Manuela from behind as he had been. But a single look from her is all it takes to make him shudder in anticipation. He once more feels like the student, proud of his prior accomplishments, yet reproached for getting too overconfident. And ever the eager learner, it only further cements his desire to do well, to fulfill her wishes and desires to the very letter. ]

Yes... [ His legs and voice both grow shaky, and his eyelids flicker between open and closed for a moment, amber irises rolling upward as the constant stimulation causes the pressure to build in his loins once more. ] I'm right there...

[ His hand gropes at her harder, and as he becomes unable to maintain the concentration needed to move his fingers so dexterously, he instead simply rubs at her clit. He drives himself forward, hilting himself within her as his cock starts to twitch. An orgasm so close to the last one feels almost painful, but not nearly as painful as it would be to try to hold it in. ]

Manuela— [ His cry of pleasure is cut off as his body jerks amidst his thrusts, and in short order, he begins to empty himself within her. Despite the odd tremble of his body, he maintains that frenzied rhythm, even as his cock churns the cum within her and the excess starts to leak out of where their bodies join. ]

[ Hearing him come undone a second time definitely feels sweeter when accompanied by the feel of him practically explode inside of her. She lets out a startled (but nonetheless pleased) sound, knowing within seconds that he had come just as much, if not more, than he had the first. With a roll of her spine she lets a shudder run through her, until at least the aches in her bones compels her to move out from under his weight.

With a low, content sound Manuela crawls further up the cot, until she reaches the top so that she can sit herself up against the wall. Drawing her dress aside, she brings her knees up and spread once more, so that both she and Ferdinand can see the, ahem, fruits of his labor. ]

Mm. Now look at this mess...

[ Without breaking eye contact, she slowly drags a featherlight touch of her finger down from the mess still staining her chest to the own currently dripping out from her cunt. Without any shred of shame or reservation, she plunges that finger deep inside herself, causing more of his cum to spill out of her and onto the cot. ]

Who knew you'd be such a naughty boy, sweet Ferdinand?

[ His body wants to scream in protest as Manuela slides off from around him, but his senses are too dulled from overstimulation for him to react with more than a simple shudder. Even thoroughly sated, his cock hangs thick and heavy, messy with their mingling fluids. It stirs as he watches her, desperate to be stiff again as she puts on a rather sinfully erotic display.

She really has gotten a lot out of him, hasn't she? Much of it is spread across her breasts, but most of it is right where her finger goes. There's no post-coital remorse here — he longs for her even now, and he finds his hand drifting to take hold of his own cock, stroking it slowly and deliberately at the mere sight of her. ]

Certainly not myself. [ His cheeks redden, and his gaze wanders her entire body before settling between her legs. ] But if it pleases you, then I promise that I am only getting started.

[ Why, there's an entire monastery just full of places where they could sneak off together. Private study sessions will more than likely devolve into something else entirely, and even chance meetings in a corridor may lead to her walking away from them with his spend deposited within her without anyone being any the wiser. It's almost frightening just how much she's taught him about his own desires in such a short time. ]

[ The teasing movements of Manuela's hand stops the second she notices his own hand's movements. For a moment she looks uncertain how to proceed, the sheer shock of his body's current state leaving her literally speechless. After all that... still? Without even realizing, Manuela shudders in response, her hand flattering over her mound as if to keep herself from coming a third time over just the thought that she could leave him still so hungry for her.

Goddess... Thank you for the vitality of youth. ]

You are surely just full of surprises, [ she hums, thoroughly pleased. Her skin flushed a healthy, rosy pink, highlighting the fact she still possesses some youth of her own, despite her personal feelings. Her eyes snag on the way he strokes himself, on the heavy thickness still apparently rating to go. ]

I wonder, what would it take to finally sate you, hm? Shall I push you down on this cot, ride you till you fill me second, maybe third time? Oh, how will I ever meet your eye when we pass in the halls, now that I know just how perfectly your cock was made for me?

[ Has she gradually begun to rub her slick fingers over her sweetly abused clit as she spoke? Why yes, of course. ]

[ Although the limits of his endurance are well within sight, how could he not want to push past them with how perfectly seductive of a sight she is? Manuela is utterly irresistible to him even when she’s not trying to be sensual. He doesn’t stand a chance against her when she is.

It might be his finely-honed physical condition, maybe even some poorly documented side effect of bearing a crest. But if Ferdinand has to ascribe his stubborn arousal to anything, he thinks the most fitting thing would be Manuela herself. Even her honeyed words send shivers of anticipation down his spine, making his hand tighten its grip as he urges his cock back to its fullest. And as her slender fingers smear his cum and her slick over her own clit, all he can think about is how much more he wants to give her. ]

By knowing that you can have it whenever you want it… even in the hallways of the monastery, where someone might find us.

[ He swallows hard, perhaps a little embarrassed that he let that particular fantasy slip out so readily. He’s past the point of shame, though, and he’s not too proud to beg. ]

Please, Manuela… I need to feel you around me. I need to touch every inch of your perfect body and watch you ride me until I am utterly spent.

[ She's finding it difficult to keep focused, her heated gaze flickering between his own smouldering stare and the swiftness of his hand along his length. She would probably salivate, were she to have any liquid left in her body that wasn't already southbound, slicking her cunt up like an animal in heat. The skin around her pussy feels raw from their previous exertions, and so she concentrates her own ministrations on the swollen nub of her clit, making her skin feel alight with fire once more.

He speaks his salacious truths and all it does is draw out a long moan from her, her free hand flitting up to pinch and tug at her pebbled nipple. To think, the overly proper Ferdinand von Aegir would desire her so thoroughly he would risk discovery with his cock buried deep inside her... He speaks of the halls, and her mind runs with it. First her infirmary, next the halls... What then? The confessional? The pews? Oh, Goddess forgive her, but she can't help but yearn for it now. ]

Take off your clothes and get on the bed.

[ She has already snatched her hands away so she can rid herself of her own dress. Fortunately, her clothing requires a lot less work than his. ]

Let your princess fuck her knight like he deserves.

[ Every time Manuela touches herself, Ferdinand feels a keen sense of astonishment, enraptured by her display of arousal. Perhaps, one day, he will cease to be amazed that he could have such an effect on Manuela of all people, but he'll never stop loving every second of it. The Goddess herself must truly be smiling upon him that he has this opportunity, or perhaps all the other eligible bachelors in the world have simply awful taste — though he suspects he's far from the only young man whose eyes (and fantasies) Manuela has caught.

He nods quickly at her command, swiftly turning to let his legs drape off of the side of the cot so that he can properly divest himself of his clothing. Boots, trousers, underwear, all of it ends up in an unceremonious pile on the floor. She's already done by the time he turns back toward her and starts to lie down, but he's too considerate — and impatient — to keep her waiting for long. ]

I'm ready... my princess.

[ And oh, is he. The reprieve has given the blood in his body time to start flowing again, rendering him gloriously erect once more. His hair is tastefully disheveled from their passions, and every muscle is tensed in anticipation as his hand steadies his cock by its base for her. He plans on keeping his hand there only until she starts to take him in, at which point he fully intends to touch her body wherever he can.

He'll make her feel like a princess, alright. ]

[ Goddess help her, Manuela isn't even entirely sure she's got the strength or energy to accomplish what she's promising. Nevermind the fact he's already fucked two earth-shattering orgasms out of her, but there is of course her age! And how long has it been, really, since she'd properly ridden a man to oblivion? Oh, she can feel her knees objecting already, and all she's done thus far is crawl up to kneel above him.

He is so very pretty like this, though, eyes blown out and staring up at her like she were a Goddess herself. His auburn hair fanning out, a look of pure adoration and awe... Perhaps she's weaker than she thought, feeling spurred enough to do just about anything he'd ask of her in that moment. ]

My darling knight... how handsome you look, waiting to be taken.

[ Carefully, she slips her hand into his free one. Fingers lacing, she uses his hold as leverage so that she can position herself over his straining cock. Slowly, slowly, with soft gasps and stuttering moans, she lowers herself over every inch of him until he's fully sheathed, and that wonderfully full feeling returns. Already she can feel more of his seed spill out of her just from that single action, and she knows the sounds to soon fill the infirmary would make even the most salacious person go red. With her lower lip drawn between her teeth, Manuela starts to move, lifting and dropping herself until she gradually builds up a rhythm, her heavy breasts bouncing on her chest with each move. ]

[ Manuela may have some deep-seated insecurities about the inevitability of aging, but to Ferdinand, she has never looked more beautiful, more resplendent than she does in this moment, a perfect union of the passionate and the affectionate. The warm look on her face, the softness of those gorgeous eyes, the exquisite and soft curves of her body, all of her is just utterly perfect to him. By the Goddess, he's the luckiest man in all of Fódlan.

That reverence continues to be utterly obvious in his gaze as she settles atop him, even as his features stretch in an expression of intense pleasure while she settles around him. He squeezes her hand lovingly as she takes it, a tacit reminder that his regard for her extends well beyond mere physical desire, while he places his other hand on her outer thigh and starts running it up along her skin, stroking and caressing all the way. ]

And how perfectly beautiful you look, taking me.

[ His hand takes a rather predictable path upwards, but it pays plenty of attention to the curves that it passes on its path to one of her breasts. As his palm kneads the soft, heavy flesh and it dimples between his fingers, his thumb and forefinger reach upward to twist and tug at her nipple once more.

He happily allows her to dictate the pace, rolling his hips in time with her. Each drop makes his mouth open in a breathless, almost silent moan while also spreading quite the mess around his cock. He doesn't need the reminder that she's thoroughly rocked his world twice already, but he's turned on by the sights and sounds of it all the same. ]

[ Her lids half-shut as his touch wanders, lips falling open on a half-gasp when it finally finds its destination around one of her breast. They're more sensitive than usual, post two orgasms, so each roll and pinch at her nipple has her grinding her hips down against him with solid purpose. Oh, she will not last long at all, not like this. not as he fondles her and stares up at her with all the affection she's been craving. ]

You are so [ mmf ] so very hypnotizing.

[ A gasp, a shudder. She starts to really bounce on his cock with such fervor, it's caused their joined liquids to churn and bubble inside her, all along his rigid length.

It's not long at all before the quivering in her limbs reaches down to her core, and she's left with her head tossed back and her lips spread wide around a low, keening moan of his name. ]

Edited 2024-09-08 18:49 (UTC)

[ Ferdinand's always been partial to Manuela's voice, and her pleasured grunts and moans are no exception. But the obscene sound of their fucking has grown on him as well, the collision of flesh accompanied by the occasional audible wetness as she bounces on his lap. Between the still somewhat open door and the noise, it feels quite risky for them to even be in here, doing any of this.

And that risk isn't stopping him one bit. Goddess forgive him, but scandal aside, he'd be damn proud to be found out with her. He certainly knows he'd be the envy of more than a few people, and it almost feels like he's robbing the world of something truly beautiful that he's the only one who gets to see her like this. ]

I am yours, Manuela. I want— [ He grunts as she hits a particularly pleasant angle, causing his voice to falter and his eyes to roll back ] —want to fuifil every desire you have, now and forever.

[ He brings her hand around to the back of his neck, depositing it there before using his palm to push himself upward. His other hand has to leave her breast, but as he sits up, both of his hands are able to grip her ass, adding even more force to each downward bounce of her body. His cock throbs mightily each time she comes down around him, working him closer and closer to what he absolutely knows will be a truly powerful orgasm.

Sitting up like this allows him to lean in and whisper the words into her ear, seasoning them with stolen kisses and nibbles under the corner of her jaw. ]

Every desire, my princess.

[ That doesn't just mean sex. But it does also mean a lot of sex. She's already made his greatest fantasy come true, so it's only fair that he do the same for her. ]

[ she comes, of course. how could she not, when she'd already been so close, and so over-sensitive to start with? but more than that is the confirmed knowledge, the promise of more, that this isn't just the one-time wish-fulfillment of a young boy's first wet dream come true. her hands clamp down over his own, grip white-knuckled as her cunt squeezes tight around him after one last slam over his hips. ]

Oh, oh, my darling, my love—

[ she damn near sobs from the force of this one, the way it leaves her shaky and trembling far long after she'd finished. boneless, she can do little else but fall gently over him, cushioned by his sturdy body and the welcome envelope of his arms. ]

[ Ferdinand's still inexperienced, but he's all but certain that when she tightens around him and shudders so forcefully, she's reaching a most glorious climax. And that knowledge allows him to let go of the pressure building up inside of him as well, letting out a hearty gasp as he throws his arms around her body to pull her close.

He almost doesn't even feel the orgasm itself, just the sheer euphoria of it all. In his arms, she isn't some unobtainable boyhood fantasy he somehow lucked into fulfilling, but a partner, someone he wants to hold and protect and share his life with. And that's an even stronger blissful feeling than the intense climax that's rendered him breathless, exhausted, and utterly spent within her, his final batch of seed pooling within her as he keeps her held close, one hand caressing the back of her shoulder as the other roams her lower back, still having quite an appreciation for her curves even if they're both too tired to do anything about it. ]

Manuela... I love you.

[ He's thought those words for so long that even now that he's been given plenty of opportunities to actually say it out loud, it still feels like a weight off of his chest, Of course, there's a literal weight on him as she goes limp in his arms, but he's in no hurry to let go. When they get up, they'll have to clean themselves up and go back to it, but right now, all he wants is to cradle her atop him and stay buried in her. ]

[ It takes her a moment to regain her breath. A moment longer to even know what to do with it. Shaky and weak as she feels, physically, inside she's never felt so strong. So alive. Here he was, holding onto her so tight, as if he would never let go if he were allowed. All along, what she's wanted, and he'd been right here in front of her. ]

Yes, I... I think I finally believe you.

[ Not that it had taken their consummation to make her see. But rather, it had taken him literally having to show her physically how much she meant to him to break through the barriers she'd built up for herself, getting in her own way. thank the Goddess Ferdinand von Aegir never met a challenge he ever backed down from, for how else could they have gotten where they are now? ]

Hold me a minute longer, my love. Then, please, take me to your quarters. I don't wish to be apart from you for the rest of the evening, if you'll allow it.

[ It heartens him to know that he's gotten through to her, that perhaps now, she need not ever feel alone again. The years separating them seem utterly trivial, and in the ways that matter, they are. He can think of no honor greater than providing for her and caring for her save for one: that she returns his feelings, now that she understands they go beyond those of a boy's first innocent crush. ]

Nothing would bring be greater joy than for you to be the last thing my eyes see when they close at night, then the first thing they see when they open in the morning.

[ Perhaps it's a cheesy sentiment, but he's a romantic at heart. He did watch a lot of operas growing up, after all.

A fond smile grows on his lips as his hands stroke her, her warm weight quite pleasant upon him. He's too happy to think about how pleased he should be with his performance. If anything, he simply had a magnificent teacher.

Grateful for everything — the chance she took hearing him out, being his first real kiss, and then much more than that — he places his lips upon the top of her head, kissing her hair affectionately. ]

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