i'm not exactly sure of the rules when it comes to asking things, but i was wondering if there are shows that you are planning to review/analyze soon, or maybe ones that you think have a D/s dynamic worth mentioning? i saw you recently reposted my stubborn things and i'm really interested in your thoughts on it ! i'm like... new new new to this type of stuff, but for the past few weeks i've read almost all of your master lists (and reread the MPW at least 3 times) and it really made me think.
i hope you have a good day !! or night possibly, not sure about your timezone.
thank you for posting on here, it really opened my mind to new concepts and ideas :D
Hiiii, firstly, thank you so much for this ask!! 💜 You have no idea how much it means to hear that my rambling meta has been useful and that you’ve reread MPW three times?? I’m both honored and slightly concerned for your sanity, j/k. Welcome to the club.
So, rules of engagement: technically, when addressing a Dom you’re supposed to Cap their Name™ but honestly, you did amazing. It never hurts to ask; sometimes you’ll get what you want, sometimes you won’t, but curiosity is half the fun. And yes, I do tend to respond more often to requests that come outside Nonnie mode, but that’s just because I like knowing who I’m screaming into the void with.
Now, about My Stubbornness: I’m not opposed to covering it because there are definitely soft D/s elements baked in, though I’m not convinced they always stay consistent throughout. That said, I honestly think people would like Sorn more if they saw what I saw. To me, he reads like a scene Dom who’s just discovered the joys of D/s outside the dungeon. And make no mistake, there’s a big difference between someone who only knows the choreography of a scene and someone fumbling their way into living the dynamic in everyday life.
That’s what makes him fascinating: he’s awkwardly translating protocol into romance, control into care, and discipline into devotion. The bones are there, even if they creak a little, and they’re absolutely worth poking at.
Here’s where the dynamic shows up most clearly:
Workplace Hierarchy (Boss/Subordinate)
Sorn (Khansorn) is Jun’s boss. That’s already a structural power imbalance, and the show lets that bleed into their personal interactions. Authority at the office becomes authority in the romance.
Age and Experience Gap (the “P” dynamic)
Sorn is older, more experienced, and culturally positioned as the guiding “P.” Jun is the younger “kid” who needs instruction. That’s a built‑in Dominant/submissive frame.
The Brat Tamer Setup
Jun is literally described as a mischievous intern who lives to push buttons. Sorn is the composed, orderly superior who gets relentlessly poked until he snaps. That’s textbook Brat/Brat‑Tamer energy: Jun provokes, Sorn asserts control, and the tension escalates into intimacy.
Possessiveness and Control
Sorn’s initial irritation transforms into possessive affection. He doesn’t just tolerate Jun’s chaos, but he claims it, tames it, and folds it into their relationship. That’s soft D/s 101: discipline becomes devotion.
So in short, the entire Sorn/Jun relationship is basically a layer cake of power imbalances: boss/subordinate, older/younger, brat/tamer, and those layers stack into a narratively satisfying example of soft D/s. It’s not hardcore, but it’s definitely flavored that way, which is why it scratches the itch for so many viewers.
I’m not opposed to covering it in more depth, but these posts take a lot of time (blood, sweat, and at least three cups of caffeine), so I have to balance whether there’s an audience hungry for it. Translation: If y’all want me to unleash the gremlin PhD brain on this one, make some noise in the notes. Otherwise, I’ll just keep side‑eyeing Sorn like, “Sir, you are a baby Dom let loose in the wild, and I am both horrified and fascinated.”
Thank you again for the ask—seriously, it makes my gremlin heart happy to know people are out here vibing with this kind of analysis. May your day (or night, depending on timezone chaos) be full of good snacks, good shows, and at least one character who accidentally radiates Dom energy without realizing it. 🖤💜
A is chronically offline, B is chronically online. A asked B to explain hashtags to them and now enthusiastically signs all emails with silly hashtags. B is loving it, even if no one else is.
[Prompt Calender: August 23rd, International Hashtag Day]
Summary: Samantha surprises her daughter, Lyric, with tickets to see her favorite band for her sixteenth birthday. What's supposed to be one the best days of her daughter's life, also becomes hers.
CW: oral sex (f receiving), unprotected intercourse, mentions of hysterectomy
word count 2k || series masterlist || read the previous chapter here ||
On Friday morning, Sam is awake and tidying the kitchen while waiting for her coffee to brew. As she wipes down the counter, she glances at her watch expectantly. Jolly was knocking on the door with a coffee and pastries in his hand well before 8 AM yesterday. They had spent all day in various forms of reading and cuddling…and more than cuddling, and she had hope they would do that again today. Sam frowns, moving to the sink to rinse the rag and then her hands. Suddenly, her phone chimes, and her watch alerts her of an incoming message.
Good morning, Sam
I made reservations at a restaurant just outside of town. It’s a beautiful day out and I’d love to spend it with you. See you at noon
Sam quickly sweeps the floor and checks herself in the hall mirror. She pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose and brushes her bangs to the side. Her medium brown hair sticks out from its bun on top of her head. She shuffles to the bathroom to shower and get ready. The warm water soothes her excited nerves, and she takes extra care to apply her skincare and SPF to her damp skin.
With a towel wrapped tightly around her, she makes her way into her bedroom to the closet. She spots her favorite sundress, it’s sky blue with white daisies. After rummaging around a few drawers for a matching bra and panty set and dresses, and then assesses herself in the long mirror on the wall. The dress hit right at her knees, and she wonders if she has time to paint her toes. She nixes the idea and decides to hydrate her legs and arms with lotion. She spritzes herself with her favorite perfume and returns to the bathroom. She fixes her bangs and ties the rest of her hair into a low bun at the nape of her neck.
After applying a her usual routine of tinted moisturizer, mascara, and a rosy colored lip tint, she slides on a navy blue-framed glasses. Don’t forget your sunglasses. Don’t forget your sunglasses, she reminds herself repeatedly.
She checks herself one more time in the mirror before grabbing her purse and platform sandals from her bedroom. At the ottoman by the front door, she slides on her shoes, sighing at the instant relief the insoles give her feet. It’s like she’s walking on a fluffy cloud.
All of a sudden, there’s a knock at the door. Sam’s heartbeat skyrockets as she practically jumps up from sitting. After unlocking the door, she opens it to find Jolly before her. He’s wearing a lightweight gray short-sleeved button-up shirt, white shorts, and white sneakers. Aviator sunglasses cover his eyes, and a dazzling smile curls his lips.
Sam smiles and closes the distance with a kiss.
“Joakim,” she murmurs against his lips.
“Samantha.” He pulls back slightly. “Ready?”
“Oh shit,” Sam say as she parts from their embrace. “I forgot my sunglasses!” She rushes into her bedroom and grabs the case on the dresser. She opens it to find her sunglasses and shoves them into her bag.
Back at the front door, she smoothes the dress down as she takes a mental inventory, which is a little hard to do with Jolly now leaning against the door frame.
“I see those wheels turning–”
“I’m ready,” Sam says confidently, walking toward the door and into his embrace once more.
Once at the restaurant, the pair settles down at a small table in the courtyard next to a blossoming pink dogwood tree. Sam orders an Aperol spritz, and Jolly orders a beer with their meal. They chat about how long he’s staying in the area and what his summer touring looks like.
Jolly clears his throat, “So you’ve mentioned Lyric going to summer camp.”
Sam nods. “Is that all summer long?”
“She gets dropped off Monday morning. Why?” She eyes him suspiciously, sipping on her drink.
Jolly runs his hand through his hair nervously. “And she doesn’t come home until the end of summer?”
“That’s correct. What are you getting at, Joakim?” Sam’s tone turns impatient.
Jolly exhales and entwines his fingers with hers on the table. “Do you want to go to Europe with me?”
Her mouth falls open as she takes in his question. “Like with the band?”
Jolly nods, now rubbing soothing circles on the back of her hands with his thumb.
“How.. Why… When do we leave?”
Jolly’s eyes shoot up, meeting hers. We. “If you want to join us, we leave on the last Sunday of the month. Please, Sam, I know you have a life here and your daughter—”
Sam squeezes his hand tightly as excitement and nerves swirl around in her stomach.
“Where will we be going?” Sam cuts him off, excitedly.
“Germany, Switzerland, the Netherlands, France, the Czech Republic, Austria, and Italy.”
“Really?” Her voice pitches higher. “I’ve always wanted to go to Europe but with James’ schedule…” she trails off, her eyes fixing on their hands. Wouldn’t that be something if they ran into Chandler and Todd… Lyric’s best friend Lexi will also be at the camp,” Sam thinks aloud. “So her mom will be around if Lyric needs anything, plus the adults at the campsite…” she mumbles, turning their hands and tracing the ink on his knuckles. “Cheryl down the road, was her nanny… Yes,” she meets his gaze confidently. “I would love to come to Europe with you… And your band,” she chuckles softly as their waitress approaches.
“Can I–”
“Champagne, please,” Sam beams at Jolly.
“To new adventures!” Jolly raises his glass to hers.
“To new adventures!”
The moment Sam crosses the threshold of Jolly’s Airbnb, she only has one thing on her mind. Him.
After discarding their shoes at the door, Jolly gestures to the open kitchen and living room. “Do you want me to show you around?”
Sam closes the distance between them, roaming her hands over his chest. She tilts her head up to meet his hazel eyes. “The only place I want to see is the bedroom, Joakim.”
“Of course,” he says softly, leaning down to capture her lips with his.
His hands roam down her back to cup her ass hoisting her up. Sam quickly gathers the fabric of her dress to wrap her legs around his torso without breaking the kiss. Jolly pushes open the bedroom door with his foot and gently lowers Sam onto the silk sheets. After ditching the hair tie, her hair splays out along the soft duvet and her legs hang over the edge of the mattress. Her brain and pussy scream for her to grab at his shirt and demand he take her right then and there but she resists the temptation. Sam exhales slowly as her eyes track his movements, his large hands coming to the hem of his shirt.
She sucks in a breath at the sight of his chest tattoo. Sure, she’s seen him bare-chested on her phone screen, but nothing compares to this.
“You really are an angel on earth,” Jolly whispers deeply, the last word almost breathless.
Sam can feel her cheeks heat, but she doesn’t turn away. She doesn’t curl into herself and let her insecurities win. She takes matters into her own hands, shifting to gather the fabric of her dress at her thighs. Jolly sinks down onto the ground between Sam’s spread legs. His dark hazel eyes peer up at her. His face mere inches away from her covered center.
“Relax, darling.” Jolly kisses her inner thigh. Sam inhales and closes her eyes. On the exhale, her hands rest at her sides, the satin sheets soft against her palms. “Let me take care of you,” he whispers as his kisses trail higher up her thigh. Sam bites down a moan threatening to spill from her lips. But when Jolly’s large warm hand slide between her thighs to her hips, she can’t help herself. The anticipation too strong, too overwhelming to hold back. Her breath hitches in her throat when his fingers loop at her panties, and then he yanks the fabric down in one fell swoop. Jolly’s hot breath still lingers between her now exposed center, so Sam assumes he’s discarded her panties nearby. This is really happening! Fucking finally! I haven't been laid in what feels like a decade. Wait maybe it has been a decade?! A decade…a decade since…
Before her mind gets hazy with lust and hormones, Sam clears her throat, “Wait… stop.” She exhales as the tears start to pour down her cheeks. The built up tension and very real reality of having sex after James hit her like a freight train.
Before Sam can even catch her breath, Jolly is sitting by her side.
“Come here,” Jolly murmurs, helping Sam position her head on his lap.
Jolly strokes her hair and breathes with her. The silence is so thick Sam feels like she could drown. And then Jolly starts to sing softly. She doesn't know the song but the gentleness of his voice calms her, centers her.
And then the flood gates of emotion burst open, “I-I h-had a hysterectomy a few years after James had passed,” she blurts out, but as she continues her breathing steadies and her words strengthen. “He was my soul mate, and I knew in my heart of hearts that I didn’t want to raise any more children without him. It was a part of the final part of my healing journey, the end of a chapter. And now I want to turn the page and spend my life with you.”
Jolly grasps at her hand and kisses the back of her hand. “I want to spend every waking moment with you. I love you, Samantha.” His hazel eyes never waver from hers when he speaks the truth.
“I love you too, Joakim.” Sam sits up and presses a firm kiss to lips. Jolly moans when she pulls away to set her glasses on the bed side table. Sam takes another deep breath, internally setting intention, before sliding the dress off. She unclasps her favorite bra and then it tumbles to the floor.
She meets Jolly's gaze with an unwavering fierceness. “Your turn.” Jolly quickly undresses, his clothes dropping unceremoniously to the floor.
“You’d better hurry up and put that mouth to good use,” Sam huffs as she lies back against the pillows.
In a flash, Jolly is back on his knees throwing her legs over his shoulders. Sam yelps in surprise the moment his warm tongue dives in between her folds. Her fingers dig into his scalp with urgency. Jolly growls against her clit, the vibrations shooting straight up her spine.
“Jesus Jolly… fuck.. Right there,” Sam moans as the pleasure blossoms in her core. He keeps his steady pace and pressure on her clit. Sam can’t help it when her legs go taut and close around his head. As soon as her climax washes over her Jolly parts and makes quick work of retrieving pillows, blankets and lube.
"Got any toys?" Jolly asks as he props Sam's hips on a pillow.
Sam laughs, "I packed a Rabbit that's on it's last legs." Jolly grins shuffling in his overnight bag.
"No problem," he smirks slathering lubricant over his hard cock. "I'll be your toy tonight."
Jolly slides between her thigh, the head of his cock notching at her clit. He leans over her and kisses down her chest.
"Sam I promise to fuck you until you forget your name, but please tell me if any you need to change positions, if anything becomes sore or strained.
"Got it, I might be old but I'm not dead. If you don't fuck me right no-" Sam moans through the stretch of Jolly's cock. Jolly captures her moan with a heated kiss as her walls adjust around him.
"Use me, Sam," Jolly pants. "Use my body for your pleasure, my queen."
"Shut up and kiss me again."
Sam wraps her arms around his neck pulling him in. Jolly kisses her deeply before slipping his tongue into her mouth. Sam digs her nails into his shoulder as he thrusts into her faster. Jolly moans a deep and low groan. Sam tilts her hips and wraps her legs around Jolly's hips and he almost loses it.
"Fuck, Sam cum on my cock, please."
Sam grabs a fist full of Jolly's hair and tugs parting their lips. "With pleasure. I want you to watch me cum." Sam keeps her grip on his strands as the other hand slides down her tummy, over her scar and to her aching clit. She circles the engorged bud and it makes her hips tick and pussy flutter.
"That's it, keep doing that."
Together they work each other to climax a few times, Sam screaming his name and then Jolly comes with a wave of curses. Jolly flops onto the mattress beside her, both of them with slick flush skin, messy hair and heaving chests.
"I want to do that for the rest of my life," Jolly blurts out his confession.
Sam rolls over to her side to face him, etching into memory his serene features.
"Me too."
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Do you have any eremika age gap au recs?? It’s my favorite trope and there’s nearly not enough fics out there😭😭😭
*rubs hands* I took my time with this because I am not the most avid fic reader unfortunately, but I do have a few recs and some more on my tbr. I think what you're looking for is not just an age difference but where the age gap is the focus? i've marked those in pink. definitely check the tags on these before proceeding!!
gonna start with mine just for completeness, and also because i love it *blush*
boy next door: For sixteen years, Mikasa has watched the boy next door. First: through the eyes of a child, hand in his during family trips, his hand on her first bike when she learned how to ride. Then: through the eyes of a teenager, peeking behind her blinds into his room on hot summer months when he didn't wear a shirt, eyes lingering on his lips when he pulled away his cigarette. Now, she is so much older, but he is older still, and the gap between them feels ever widening. But her desire to close it only feels more desperate.
i'm certain you've checked out @herblacktights 's ao3, but here are my favs of hers with that age gap sauce:
degausser: After a deadly flu pandemic that devastates Paradis Island and the rest of the world, Eren is all Mikasa has. After she turns sixteen, that gets complicated. -> the plot is entirely the age gap, lol!
comfort me: “Mikasa,” Eren drawled, fake scolding edging into his voice as he held the basement door open and led her outside. “Does Aunt Carla know what a bad girl you are?” For a moment, she looked stunned. A sliver of a second, a wink of an eye. Looking every inch the little girl he watched grow up, who he knew deserved better than him. But before it could take root in her and make him regret what he said, Mikasa gave him a terrible, sweet smile. “Aunt Carla says I deserve to do whatever I want after the year I’ve had,” she said and from the way that she was looking at him, he should’ve known it was a threat. cw: mild daddy kink!
love dog : this one is a bit different! teacher mikasa x student eren, and mikasa is the older one. cw: it doesn't exactly have a super happy ending. but it is one of my favs from hannah!!
Butterfly effect by @sunlightandsuffering : Sugar baby AU - older hobo eren x younger mikasa. how can i say this... it's the OG, the most delicious, lys-brand chaotic eremika but age gap flavour! i love it, i'm sure if you've been around this block you've read it lol, but it's simply amazing, read it again!!
You, me and our sins by @loneghostss : Eren is married and Mikasa has a boyfriend. But the fact that they both have someone doesn't stop them from sinfully falling in love with each other. (it is about eremika having an affair with each other and it is so sensual and hot, age gap is not central here but it definitely brings heat!!) you could also check out lost saints by the same author, there's also some age difference and great smut.
@dead-dolphins is a connoisseur of the age gap trope, defs check out all the aus on her pinned post!! ro is a master of drama and worldbuilding so her fics are always a treat. she's got some on ao3 that are all about that sweet age gap <3
chemical hype boy : idol mikasa x actor eren!! and eren is definitely playing into the older established actor mold!
i apologise if you feel something: Goth mikasa gets involved with older Eren, lead vocalist of a metal band.
the promised princess: a medieval fantasy au inspired by got. age difference is not the central theme, but it's a stellar fic regardless.
straight/edge by @sinigangsta-ao3: Mikasa Ackerman is prim, proper, and perfect. As the golden child of the Ackerman family, her academic achievements set her up for a bright future and atone for her older brother’s past mistakes. When the spring semester of her junior year arrives, she crosses paths with a local boy toward whom she’d typically never give the time of day — and they begin a whirlwind relationship that unlocks parts of herself that she didn’t know she kept hidden. this fic is more about the good girl x bad boy trope but with that delicious 3-4 year age gap sauce!! cw: NOT a hea
devilish lovers by softwinter: “I wanna be your friend, Mikasa,” he told her one day when she got home from school not able to feign a less distressed expression on her face, too many sixteen-year-old problems going on in her life. He had the habit of commenting that she was always sad, that he didn’t like how that transpired on her gray eyes.
“I thought you wanted to be my daddy,” something flashed in his eyes right then, like she’d said something forbidden, a kind of thing that could make her a bad girl in his eyes. cw: step dad kink!! definitely check the tags before proceeding.
heaven knows by @joannaofarkham: priest au where priest eren is mikasa's teacher in a catholic school. it is unfinished but the first chapter reads pretty well standalone!
eternally yours by @cxcassii: reincarnation au + age gap. It's been 2,000 years since Eren Jaeger was a titan shifter and unleashed the blood drenched madness of the rumbling upon the world. Now, in the year 2023, he's a twenty-four year old who lives with his best friend Armin. He goes about his days working as a pharmacy technician all while attempting to cope and come to terms with the loss of the loved ones he still remembers with clarity from his previous life. The atrocious sins of his past life he can never ever truly atone for. But most of all, there's one person he simply can't forget: His former love of his life, Mikasa. It's when he's not actively searching for her that they cross paths once again, and their love will once again be on trial when Eren learns that Mikasa not only doesn't remember their past life together, but is also seventeen years old. this one is still on my tbr but whatever i've read so far looks extremely delicious!!!
enjoy!! if anyone wants to add more please feel free to reblog and improve this list!! <3
