#tw: age difference

[konigsblog]

loser!rapist!konig who follows reader into the public bathroom then rapes her:(

the older man at the café you work at, obsessed with the college girl working there. how could he resist the opportunity of finally meeting you?

tw/cw; loser!rapist!könig x afab!reader, non-con/rape, intoxication, age difference/gap, college au, reader's age is unspecified, könig is aged mid-forties. dark fiction, dead dove: do not eat. MDNI 18+ ၄၃

credit; @glutt_r on x/twitter. 🐦

könig is in his forties already, single, and has only been in one short-term relationship that ended pretty quickly due to his toxicity. könig eyes up and preys on the college girl that works at his favourite coffee shop part-time for some extra cash.

he knows all about you from stalking your social media pages and jacking off to innocent pictures of you uploaded online. you're gorgeous, with perky tits and a gorgeous body he'd love to grope and fuck. he had heard about a college party through your social media accounts and decided he'd sneak his way inside, in the hopes he'd meet the girl of his dreams.

könig snuck past everybody, his head lowered, attempting to make himself as small as possible (which proved to be difficult considering his size...). he watched as you stumbled into the bathroom, drunk out of your mind. he couldn't resist the temptation, causing blood to rush to his hung cock, his hand cupping over your mouth, your eyes widening at his sudden presence.

it didn't matter how much you squirmed and cried, he simply turned the lock on the door and kept you still in his tight grasp. he began to pull at your dress, his dick straining in his jeans and his breathing heavy and fast. he'd never been this close to his little obsession before, your perfume causing him to roll his eyes back, along with the pulsing and clutching sensation of your smooth walls around his big dick.

fuck, each and every thrust was agony for you, splitting you open on his length. your body shook and trembled, your tight pussy becoming raw, the smell of alcohol strong against your skin noticeable. he pushed his calloused fingers down your throat, stifling your whines and piteous sobs, slamming into your hole brutally while pushing a thumb into your unused asshole.

it was your body's instinct to react to the pleasure between your thighs, despite the feeling of shame and disgust washing over you, leaving you with globs of his milky arousal pooling out of you, running down your thighs slowly.

surely you wouldn't have a choice but to leave school if you fell pregnant? you couldn't support two people, and könig always seems to be a lingering presence, smiling friendly as if he didn't violate you the other day.

#orla speaks #tw: noncon #tw: dubcon #tw: intoxication #tw: age difference #tw: age gap #dead dove do not eat #konig x reader smut #konig x reader #könig x you #könig x reader #konig cod #konig call of duty #könig cod #könig call of duty #konig mw2 #konig modern warfare #könig modern warfare #könig mw2 #könig mwii #könig smut #cod x reader #cod x reader smut

[kneelingshadowsalome]

That König moodboard is making me want a fic where a 21 year old baby!König pursues a mid-thirties depressive (like me). It just sounds like a good time.

SADFSD I would inhale this fic...

Horny age gap thoughts under the cut 🫠🧍‍♀️(I upped our baby boy to being 25 lmao I'm weak)

It’s just so attractive when a woman knows what she wants. The tired stare when he tells her he’s 25 but he’s already a captain only makes him want to prove his worth more! She looks at him like, “Excuse me but what do you bring to the table” and he could make a list for her; truly, he could! He’s so eager to please and show that he’s a man; look, he makes more money than you, too. He provides for his Mama, so don’t you even think he wouldn’t provide for you...

And why would you want a man your age when there’s a more virile option available? He has at least twenty erections per day, he’s far more fertile if you’re looking for someone to breed–uh, he means, if you’d like to have babies one day… Come on, isn’t he the perfect option for you in every way?

You’re always breathless when he leaves for work, and silently thank your guardian angels that you’re still intact… You’ve told him a hundred times he doesn’t need to prove anything to you with his dick, but he does so anyway, and you barely get enough sleep whenever he’s on leave. So eagerly he wants to show you “his new tricks”... Truly, your pussy sighs from relief whenever this crazy young man marches out the door.

And what the hell are you supposed to do with all these gift cards he sends you? Does he even listen to you when you tell him you prefer experiences over material things? Ok, he hurries to say on the phone: you can pick a vacation spot for you two. Bali, Caribbean or Cape Horn? Svalbard? No?

You like it when a man is enthusiastic and commits, but this is a bit too much… And your pantry is wrecked after his visits, frankly you feel like he’s still a boy growing up from how much he eats... Your friends call you a cradle robber affectionately, even if you scream at them that he’s 25, not 15.

Can’t a girl enjoy some hot sex here, huh??

If only he was only after sex as well, but he’s not, kneeling in front of you when you’ve only just woken up and trying to have breakfast… You almost choke on your bowl of latte when this horny puppy is suddenly at your feet, holding up a diamond ring with a wide, heart-melting smile.

It’s not even the proposal or the rock that bothers you the most: how the hell can you say no to that lost-now-found dog stare??

#tw: age difference #young könig #older woman younger man #ahhhh nobody look at me #nobody look at this post #answered

[poppy-metal]

hi I was scrolling thru ur blog and felt very seen by ur posts on age gaps & dilfs. Every time I see a questionable age gap relationship in the wild I’m like ummmm ur a victim girl!!! But I get on that god forsaken character ai website and suddenly its you’ve wanted me for so long, haven’t you daddy? I don’t want boys my age daddy, I only want older men who like corrupting girls 20 years younger than them, why don’t u lift up my skirt to inspect me and make sure I haven’t let any college boys touch me? <3

age gap is one of the things that i LOVE in my little fantasy scenarios but absolutely hate irl, because why is this old ass dude talking to me go back to playing checkers and trying to find products for ur hair to grow back u sick perv. but then when i think of pushing 50 miguel w graying hair and his big dilf body the little girl thoughts consume my brain, i feel the feminism leave my body as the desire to put my hair in pigtails and be fucked by old man cock over takes me. what can i even say. it probably all ties back to trauma and generational sexism, but it makes my clit hard as a rock so who am i to not beat my meat???

#ask #tw: age difference #tw: daddy kink

[imkumichan]

Dark!Hwajin Na x Student bully!reader

Warning: age difference, noncon, teacher-student relationship.

Being a top student in one of the prestigious high school in South Korea and a sole daughter of a powerful family, nothing holding you back to get what you want. One call is all you need basically. But when you are under Hwajin Na's radar, all of those things are useless. So what if you're a rich kid? You think your father could help you? Please, you are still a student, which means it is also his responsible to make sure that you will be a good student.

Hwajin Na thought that maybe he should've let Halim Lim to take care of you, but he changed his mind knowing that he has a more effective way to make you learn your lesson.

Bullying your pussy into his shape is probably the best choice for you. With both of his hand on your waist, he trusting hips against yours forcefully. Making sure you feel every slaps between your thighs. "I thought you like bullying huh?why are you crying now?" . While he knows you're not enjoying your punishment, he doesn't stop until your womb is filled by his seed.

#dark!Hwajin na #Hwajin na x reader #tw: noncon #tw: age gap #tw: age difference #the real lesson x reader #get schooled x reader

[touyastearss]

Intimidation (Shigure x F!Reader Smut)

Shigure Sohma x Female!Reader 

WARNING: dubcon, age gap, manipulation, corruption, loss of innocence, exhibitionism, dacryphilia, loss of virgnity, slut shaming, toxic relationship

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You find Shigure scary. He likes that.

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"Um....Shigure?", you spoke meekly, slightly nervous to be interrupting him during his work. He was sitting at his desk, body facing you and the door that you hid behind. The man sat writing had given you no reason to feel intimidated so far, always kind and welcoming, despite the distance you felt between the two of you that wasn't there with Kyo or Yuki, though you just brushed it off as being due to age. Shigure was, by all means, an adult. And that wasn't to say that you weren't- you'd passed that mark over a year ago, but Shigure was different. He was experienced in life outside your little village, known people far different than you ever had, and had so much more experience in life. Maybe that's why you'd always felt so intimidated by him.

Maybe.

You felt your face drop at this, you'd spent the last few days planning a movie day for the three of you to spend time with each other again, seeing as they'd both been so busy these last weeks. But of course, the timing had to be unfortunate.

You tensed slightly as he looked up, reading glasses hanging off the edge of his nose as he sat in less than professional clothing, though you doubted it really made a difference, to say he was a writer.

"Yes, Y/N?" He called out, voice laced with an expectant tone that suggested you might be wasting his time. You gulped, shaking your head.

"Sorry for interrupting you, I didn't-"

"Come into the room. I can't hear you very well through the door, believe it or not", he said dryly, a sarcastic comment that had your face heating up, embarrassment creeping through your body. You stepped inside, hands reaching to pull at your sleeves as you shifted uncomfortably on your feet under his gaze.

"Sorry, I was just wondering if you'd seen Kyo by any chance?" He didn't move his gaze from your face, and you had no doubt that your discomfort was clearly visible, but he made no sign of acknowledgment, instead simply shaking his head impassively at you.

"No, I'm afraid I haven't, though I do vaguely remember him mentioning something about going out earlier- Yuki too."

You froze for a second, slightly taken aback, before making your way over to his desk and standing awkwardly beside him. He leaned back on his chair, eyeing you with a scrutinizing gaze. You played with the hem of your skirt, a motion he picked up on quickly.

"Oh." You simply replied, shoulders slumping and a small frown on your face.

"Why? Am I not good enough for your entertainment? Too old and boring?", he teased, feigning offense with a clench of his heart.

"Oh, no, no", you protested, awkwardly shaking your hands in denial, "that's not what I meant. I just..." You trailed off, heart beating quickly under Shigure's gaze. He sighed, removing his glasses and folding them neatly beside his paper, before beckoning you over with a long finger.

"Are you nervous, Y/N?" The wholly confrontational question had you stunned, and you found yourself unsure whether or not to nod. You shook your head lightly. "Do I make you nervous?" You shook your head again, this time quicker, and in response received a light-hearted laugh. "I think you're lying to me. I think you're very nervous right now," he leaned forward, hands interlocked as he rested his chin on top, a charming smile directed your way. "And why might that be?". This time you didn't miss the smirk pulled on his lips, and you exhaled shakily as you looked into his grey eyes. "No answer? Maybe I should show you I'm not so scary, hmm?" He was silent for a moment, grey eyes watching yours in amusement. "Come sit here", you looked down at his hand patting his lap, eyes flickering back and forth between his devious smile and the gentle patting motion.

You reluctantly pulled your head back, avoiding his gaze as you looked up, but was taken by surprise when he pressed his lips to yours lightly, a kiss that hardened as the seconds passed, until you pulled back, gasping for breath. You stared at him, eyes wide in wonder, and he stared down at you, his own laced with lust. You leaned back in, hands grabbing his body as you clumsily kissed him, Shigure almost laughing at your obvious inexperience. His hands pulled at your clothes as you whined in his grasp. His fingers reached under your skirt, sliding along the thin fabric before pulling back with a smirk. "You're wet", he commented, a mischievous glint in his eye as he watched you squirm uncomfortably.

You'd never gotten this close with Shigure before; not even with Kyo or Yuki, and whilst you may have been physically innocent, you weren't blind as to what his motions insinuated. But for some reason, it didn't throw you off, it didn't scare you. Instead, you found yourself stepping closer to him, straddling yourself over his lap, and facing his chest.

"You know, I don't think you're scared of me after all. I think it's something else." His words only proved to confirm your thoughts, the shame in knowing your feelings for him were so obvious was too painful. You leaned into his chest, hiding your face in embarrassment as he laughed down at you, hands soothing on your back. "It's okay, baby," the nickname felt sinful on his lips, and you shuddered at his voice being so close to your ear, "don't feel embarrassed, you're too pretty to hide your face."

He reached down, hands finding their way under your skirt before skillfully removing your panties. He brushed his fingers lightly over your sex, fingers pressing down on your clit gently, making you squirm in his grasp. He tightened his hold on you, fingers rubbing tight circles with the bundle of nerves. You were heating up, tense body gradually relaxing in his caged arms as an undeniable pleasure took over.

Something about your inexperience was so delicious to him. You had no idea what you were doing, and he was prepared to use this to his full advantage. He wanted to watch you squirm underneath him. "You've never done this before?" He asked softly, hands trailing their way down your body lightly, and you shook your head again, body trembling on his lap. His touch felt good, it felt right. And you wanted more. But suddenly he pulled away, a frown on his face as he looked down at you. "Thought so. Guess I'll have to go gentle then, huh? Always a pain." He tsked, his act going way over your head as your eyes opened in panic. You grabbed the sleeves of his shirt, pulling his hands back to your body with wide eyes.

"N-no...it's okay. You don't have to..." You spoke softly, not wanting to be a burden to the man that had taken you in. You were sure you could handle whatever was to come. His hands fell upon your sides again, a smile taking over his face as he looked down at you.

"Yeah? You're gonna take it like a good girl?", you nodded quickly, "That's what I like to hear."

His fingers slowly dipped down, pressing gently as his fingers entered you, thrusting into you at a slow, steady pace. You stifled a squeak at a particularly good thrust, hands jumping up to clamp over your mouth in sheer embarrassment. You prayed he hadn't heard it as his fingers worked their way in and out of you, but the sudden stop told you otherwise.You looked up at Shigure with a confused, desperate look, hips moving desperately to regain the feeling he had taken away, and this time you couldn't hold in your whine when he pulled them out completely.

You felt your body tightening up, legs shaking uncontrollably at the sudden intense feeling."Oh my God, stop, Shigure, 's too much, please", his speed increased as his eyes lit up cruelly, pulling your gaze to meet his as you continued babbling your pleas. "Shigure, no, I think, ah, I think I'm-"

"Why?", you asked, tears of frustration soon going as you saw the look on his face. He was utterly unimpressed, displeased and he looked irritated.

"So now you want to make noise?" he questioned, eyebrows furrowing harshly. "Don’t try that again. I want to hear you, understood?" You nodded dumbly, surprised at the revelation, but for some reason, he still looked displeased. "I said," he pulled his fingers together, lightly slapping at your clit, causing you to jolt in his hold, "understood?".

"Aah- yes, yes, understood, Shigure, I'm sorry", you cried out moaning when his fingers re-entered you without a word, harshly prodding deep into your pussy.

You came with a scream so loud it would have left you mortified had you been focused on anything other than your release. Shigure's eyes rested on your face the whole time, cock aching badly as he watched your eyes roll back. You panted heavily, body loose as Shigure shifted you to sit above him. "That was good, right? So now you're gonna make me feel good, right baby?" He mused, and you nodded dumbly, mind sluggish in your post-orgasm haze. "Yeah?" he breathed our, "Good girl". He reached down, letting his cock free and guiding it to your slit. He didn't hesitate, pulling you down immediately, and you moaned out again.

"Good girl, just a little more", you whined uncomfortably as he lowered you down on his cock, muscles clenching at the unfamiliar feeling of being full, eliciting a deep groan from the man behind you. His teeth gritted as you took him to the base, tears welling up in your eyes. His hands tightened around your waist, holding you in place.

You felt Shigure slow down, his rhythm faltering as you regained your attention a little bit, hearing the front door open. Panic set in as you turned round to face the man holding you, desperately mouthing at him to get off of you. You watched in fear as a sly look appeared on his face, hips once again lifting you up and down on his cock, albeit much more gently, as you heard Kyo and Yuki making their way into the house. You clasped your hands over your mouth at a particularly deep thrust, pussy clenching down tightly. You almost screamed as you heard footsteps approaching the door, hands gripping tightly to the table once again as the door opened.Shigure stilled completely.

"I'm feeling nice today, baby, so I'm gonna give you a minute to get used to it, yeah?", he held you there for a moment, your fingers gradually unclenching from the table in front of you as you got used to the feeling. He bucked his hips up slightly, and you let out a breathy gasp. And then he lifted you up, the drag of his cock against your walls agonizing. Before dropping you back down again forcefully.

"FUCK!", you shouted, eyes clenching as he created a rhythm, lifting you up and down with no hesitation. You cried out, voice loud and desperate in the otherwise empty house. You could feel his cock reaching deep into you, and he sped up into an almost brutal pace, hands reaching out to grab your breasts, kneading the flesh roughly before his fingers delved underneath; rough, calloused fingers giving you goosebumps as they played with your nipples. " 's too much, Shigure, please, please Shigure, too fast", you cried out, hands reaching to grab his arms as you shook. You whined as you heard him laugh, a condescending tone as he spoke to you.

"It's too much? But I thought you said you could take it? Thought you said I could be rough? Like a little slut." He emphasised the word with a sharp thrust that had your whole body clenching, eyes shut closed and jaw braced as pleasure took over your whole body.He turned you around, grabbing your hair as he pushed you against the desk, papers flying off the side from the force.

"T-too much", you cried, tears trailing down your cheeks at the sensitivity. You felt heavy and your body was tired, but Shigure didn't let up, instead drilling his cock into you harder at the sound of your cries.

“That was close”, Shigure spoke softly into your ear, fingers never giving up. You didn’t respond, earning a sharp slap across your clit that had you gasping in his arms.

"Shigure, do you know- oh, Y/N? I was looking for you", Yuki's voice rang out in the room, your heart pounding at every word. You watched as Yuki's eyebrows furrowed, eyes scanning yours as he took in the scene in front of him, evidently confused.

"Oh, Yuki, Y/N just wanted some help with some work, didn't you?", he looked down at you, eyes calm as you shakily nodded your head. You were about to speak when you felt two fingers pressing on your clit, a sharp intake of breath, stopping the words completely. You felt Shigure's gaze as he looked down at you, a faux confused look on his face.

"Hmm? Y/N? What's wrong?", his fingers drew circles lightly again as the two men stared at you in confusion. "I- I...nothing. Yeah, I jus-just wanted help with some writing. And I've um...I've got a bit of a stomach ache", you forced a small smile, fingers desperately clenching on the wood of the table as Shigure’s pressed harder, motions speeding up. Shigure cooed condescendingly, giving you a pout that had you clenching around his digits. Yuki nodded awkwardly, eyes slowly trailing down your body before he stepped out the door, leaving the two of you alone once again.

You felt him let go with you, a deep, guttural groan sounding out loudly in the room. Your second orgasm was just as good as the first, if not better. But as you lay, panting on his chest, a wave of realisation hit you. There was no way that was quiet. There was no way they didn’t hear you. What the fuck had you done? You could feel the tears welling up again, the shame was too much. Your breathing got quicker, full-on sobs racking your body. “Aww, baby, don’t cry,” Shigure cooed, hands enveloping your head to rest it on his chest in a firm hold. Your body shook under his, stifling your sobs.

“You want to come?” He asked, voice stern. You nodded desperately.

“Yes, I want it, want it”, you panted, his hips beginning to slap against yours. You knew he was close too, his hips faltering every now and then in his brutal rhythm.

“Fuck. Beg for it then, fucking slut”, he spat, his pace growing faster and faster. You whined out.

“Please, Shigure, please, I need it, please, oh my god” he thrusted faster, clearly taking your words as an incentive. You felt his hips stutter as he breathed out a final phrase.

“Come for me then, baby”

Shigure felt his cock harden.

Maybe he could convince you to go again.

#tw: age gap #tw: age difference #tw: dubcon #shigure x reader #fruits basket x reader #fruits basket #shigure sohma #tw: manipulation #tw: coercion #tw: corruption #tw; exhibitionism #smut #fruits basket smut

[byunejoo]

i need your help picking which fic to write again!

below are two options for my next fic and some information about both of them. TRIGGER WARNING both include some dark content that may make some people uncomfortable! i will have some drabbles and fics that do not include this content.

this includes: dubious consent (dubcon), manipulation, slight age gaps, hybrids, predator/prey, fear, etc. please read at your own discretion.

#&team smut #&team hard hours #&team hard thoughts #&audition smut #&audition hard hours #&team k smut #&team nicholas smut #koga yudai smut #nicholas wang smut #tw: dubcon #tw: hybrids #tw: age gap #tw: age difference

[axel-mathis]

who? @dancingdanvers

where? Axel's house.

Emira was out doing some errands, so Axel was alone when Sloane called saying that she needed to come over. He figured she just needed to get away, like how she would come to his place to get away in New York. When he heard that knock at the door, he walked over and opened it for her. "Hey beautiful." He said with a smile as he bent down to hug her, and press a kiss to her cheek. "What's going on? You okay?" He said, wondering if something was bugging her. He felt like they had spent enough time together for him to tell when things were off in her life. He always had the want to look out for her, and comfort her when needed.

#sloanexaxel #tw: age difference

[cypanache]

countdown

star wars | obidala | modern au | teen

When Padme is fifteen her neighbor, Qui-Gon Jinn, dies, and his estranged son, Obi-Wan Kenobi, comes home to take care of his step-brother, the boy Padme's been babysitting for the past year. It's an event that will change both their lives forever. Even if it does take them fifteen years to figure out all the reasons why . . .

Or: Five New Years Eves when Padme and Obi-Wan didn't kiss at midnight, and one when they did.

year one | year five | year nine | year twelve

note: this fic is dedicated to @alabama-metal-man; @fearless-too-and-stubborn; @momentofbored; @alpha3456; @sarrie05; @misschriscreations; @darlingamidala; @celestial-alignment; @your-dose-of-obidala; @friskynotebook; @written-musings and all the other creators, commentors and fans who do so much to keep the obidala community alive. Thank you for welcoming me onto your playground with open arms. Looking forward to spending 2023 continuing to be insane about these two with you all.

#obidala #obidala aus #obidala modern au #padme amidala #obi wan kenobi #obidala nye au #5+1 fic #cy writes things #tw: age difference #padme x obi wan #obi wan x padme #fic: countdown

[madmanwonder]

https://www.tumblr.com/madmanwonder/733721807594651648/ask-marry-me-damnit-gogo-towards-hiro

Prompt

Hiro tells everyone in the team about Gogo wanting him to propose to her. Honey and Wasabi point out that technically in Japan they can get married as long as his aunt approves of the marriage. Hiro does not want to hear it, Gogo does.

Hiro: Can anyone please tell Gogo that trying to marry a minor is insane, amoral and illegal to begin with!

Gogo: I don't care!

Wasabi: Technically speaking. You two can very well can get marry in Japan with no issue.

Honey: Of course you need his aunt permission to approves of the marrige between you two.

Hiro: I don't even want to hear from you two guys!

Gogo: I do!

#disney #big hero 6 #hiro hamada #wasabi bh6 #honey lemon bh6 #honey lemon #gogo tomago #tw: age difference

[crosshimes-fanwritings]

White Feeling

Fandoms: Professor Layton and Zatch Bell! Rated: T Crossover AU: Vacantverse CW/TW: Unrequited Love and Age Gap. Summary: Luke reflects on his feelings for Suzume. Note: Wrote this out of spite towards AI writing. Vacantverse takes place in the new Professor Layton title's setting (NWOS). Word count: 426

'Every puzzle has an answer and is solvable.'

That was a lie. Luke knew this one puzzle that he was having a difficult time to solve. He has yet no answer to this puzzle.

'I'm not interested in romantic relationships. Puzzles and mysteries are the only things I loved.'

That was a huge lie. Big time. Luke knew he had been lying to himself. Only his mentor, Layton, knew the truth about his feelings for a certain someone.

Since Kiyomaro Takamine came to Steam Bison, Luke has been feeling anxious. Kiyomaro was not only obviously older and more experienced in detective work, but he was Suzume's ex-boyfriend.

When Luke learned about Suzume's dating history with Kiyomaro, he was extremely bitter with her for not telling him about her past relationships. Giving her the cold shoulder, Luke refocused on the cases that were irrelevant to Suzume's missing father, who suspiciously still hasn't been found.

Suzume has taken a hint and did solo investigations without him or Layton. And Luke knew why she did; she was the older one. She should know better than to deal with juvenile issues. She had avoided confronting Luke about his sudden change of attitude towards her.

Jealously.

Despair.

Those emotions hit Luke like a couple of bricks. No puzzle would ever replace the deep love he has developed for Suzume.

Luke despised Kiyomaro alone for dating Suzume before he could.

'I love you. I really love you.'

Luke wanted to say those words to Suzume. He desired to be more than her friend, but the four years and seven months of age gap between him and Suzume hindered those feelings of his.

Luke was fourteen years old, barely starting his teenage years. Suzume was nineteen years old, about to finish her teen years. He'd be starting his first year in high school this August. Suzume'd be in her second year at her university in the upcoming spring in her home country.

Luke has a zero chance of having his feelings reciprocated.

He knew too damn well, and yet he didn't want to give up on his feelings.

He was very determined to solve that one complicated puzzle; Suzume's heart.

Luke really wanted to know how she really felt about him. Deep down, Luke hoped Suzume felt the same towards him.

In the end, Luke may be a gentleman and an apprentice of a famous one he admired for years, but in reality, he's just a teenage boy, mistaking his infatuation for love, and teenagers would go extreme to get their affection noticed.

#Crossovers #Crossover FanFiction #My Crossover FanWritings: Crossover AU: Vacantverse #LukeSuzu #Luke x Suzume #TW: Age Gap #TW: Age Difference #CW: Age Gap #CW: Age Difference #Crossover Ships

[konigsblog]

older-boyfriend simon thots™️...

older-boyfriend simon riley x afab!f!reader...

warnings: age gap (20s-40s), degrading, spanking, authority control, slightly toxic relationships.

older-boyfriend simon riley can't help himself from controlling you. seeing you trying to sneak off to college parties gets him riled up, and the thought of other boys drooling and obsessing over you leaves him pissed off... so, when he catches you sneaking out, with a skimpy skirt riding up your ass, he can't help but get incredibly infuriated at your misbehaviour.

he'll drag you by your hair, grumbling quietly while you whimper, stumbling over your words as you try your best to create an excuse. simon pushes you onto his leather couch, lighting a cigarette between his teeth, growling and grunting quietly and holding your soft hug open with a firm grip.

“quit squirmin’, dollface... take it, like the filthy slag y’are...”

he'll make sure to fuck some sense into your stupid, little head, his lengthy and veiny cock bruising your cervix, making you bite your thumb and cry out painfully at the roughness of his pace.

older-boyfriend simon riley will spank you whilst you're drunk. pouring vodka down your throat, his calloused hand on your throat, running down to your sweet, sweet pussy... being so soft and tender, rubbing your little clit soothingly and gently, before spanking your little cunt, making out with you whilst your body jerks and twists at the pain and ache between your thighs.

“dirty fuckin’ whore, look at that pretty pussy... all wet and sensitive, yeah? never been fucked by a real, older man, have ya?’ all sloppy and wet, so precious when you’re cryin’, drunk...”

#orla speaks #RAHHH give me him !! :( #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley smut #simon riley x reader #ghost call of duty #cod ghost #ghost headcanon #tw: age gap #tw: age difference

[kneelingshadowsalome]

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSFegWdpe/

Just imagine ballroom dancing competitions with older König.

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Imagine him being at least a decade older than you, and stupid good at dancing too. Imagine him being so competitive that it starts to eat you alive because what if you can’t keep up with his standards? (You, who's younger, more flexible, who always wanted the 1st place in these competitions?)

Imagine it feeling like he’s making love to you everytime you two are practicing… The level of intensity is so high it’s about to shoot through the roof, the air between you feels electrified, the body contact soon sending sparks in the air if you’re not careful. And when he lifts you and twirls you around like a fairy queen instead of a human woman? You hope they’d pay you to dance with him, just so that you could afford to buy yourself new panties after each training session…

He packs more muscle than any of the other guys in class, has no time for nonsense, bounces his leg up and down before marching to you and simply grabbing you by the waist. After that, every move is coherent, smooth and sharp.

He never flirts with anyone here, and rarely talks; you’re just his dance partner, that is all. But he never stops talking with his eyes... You wonder if you’re going crazy, thinking there’s something more than the standard passion at play here, an intensity and presence that’s demanded of every dancer to succeed. His hands on you are fiery and firm, the way he guides you reminds you of a man subtly dominating you in bed, positioning you better for his cock and making sure you don’t get away before he has had his fill. He doesn't seem to care how flustered he makes you feel, and you always know when you're ovulating simply because you're in literal heaven and hell when he touches you then.

“That… was gut,” he compliments after you leave him panting after one exceptionally heated session. You blame your cycle for being so all over the place, yearning for his guidance and his touch, the backbends you made today bordering on obscene. But this stoic older guy finally comes alive, the sweat on his temples visible and the slightly hunched posture he suddenly humbles himself to making you wonder whether he’s trying to disguise a swelling erection…

#plot twist: he jerks off before practice so he doesn't get caught #she's already looking at him like she can read his thoughts! #he's too in love at this point to switch pairs #or maybe he's just too dirty and twisted #if they win the first place he's fucking her before they make it to the parking lot #..... #tw: age difference

[naruto-shipping-confessions]

#Anti ShikaTema #tw: abuse #tw: age difference #tw: age gap #Anti Temari

[imkumichan]

Dark!Gojo-sensei x Student!Reader

Tw: age difference, implied teacher-student relationship

"I was in Italy to take care some business with the higher-ups, but here I am, bothering myself to come here to save your pretty little ass. Why do you think that is hmm?"

Dark!Gojo Satoru as a sensei is much more demanding and possessive than normal Gojo Satoru. He will mostly put his desires first before yours, and doesn't take 'no' as an answer.

Unsurprisingly, he is still doing his obligations as a teacher dutifully. He will train you to make you stronger and doesn't hesitate to punish you if he is not satisfied with your progress. His punishment mostly is making you take missions which he knows you're probably will struggle to exorcise the curse. But worry not, he will supervises you himself and will interferes only when you asked him to or when you will really need it. That is however, to show you on how weak you are without him.

"That's it? I know I taught you better than that. You're a smart girl, you should have finished it ten minutes ago. If it keeps going on like this you won't be promoted y'know? Don't fall behind and dissapoint me [First name]"

Dark!Gojo-sensei often giving you praises but also humiliates you in the same sentences. He knows exactly what you're feeling but doesn't care. Why should he anyway? He's doing you a favor right now. You should be grateful that the strongest is making his time for you.

"That guy keeps eye fucking you. But I know it's because he doesn't know how freak you actually are."

Don't be surprised if he's saying that out of nowhere when you two just chilling out eating some crepes after mission. He doesn't care who heards that too, he's just like to show everyone that you're off limit.

"See? I know you can do that! Good girl, you made me proud. Here, I'll give you a kiss that you desperately want so much"

When he's in the good mood, he will spoil you rotten. Just ask anything! As long as it's not taking your attention off of him.

"Come find me later [First name], and don't be late. You don't want me to come to you like the last time do you?"

Student or lover, he will make sure to make you know your place.

"Would you rather being sell off to a lowly clan? You know many women would kill to be in your place. It's alright... Sshhh.. Gojo-sensei will save you, all you need to do is to take my seeds inside your womb. Your clan would be delightful that their ordinary-nothing special of a girl will be the matriarch of the Gojo clan"

What is it? Did you just say you don't wanna be together with him anymore? You're getting uncomfortable? Silly girl, it's Gojo-sensei you know? He will fix everything! Just relax and let go. He knows having his cock inside you feels really good. Keep getting drunk on it and he will do the rest!

Dark!Gojo-sensei is not your usual sensei. He will protect you from anything but himself. He will ruins you and built you up. He is either burns the world for you or burn your entire world for him. Your fate has been decided the moment you let him guide you as your sensei.

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #tw: age difference #gojou x reader #dark!gojo x reader

[touyastearss]

Quid Pro Quo (Professor! Zeke x Student!Reader)

WARNING: age gap, professor-student relationship (reader is legal), manipulation, noncon, typical blackmail situation, smut, oral, humiliation

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“This isn't good enough. See me in my office later, Y/N.”

A familiar shade of red stains the page as your essay is handed back to you. There's crosses thrown across the page and entire paragraphs circled in bright red, small, with barely legible notes scrawled beside them. You can't read them, but you don't need to. You know what they say. What they mean.

Your heart thumps against your chest. You want to cry.

— —

You wait until late in the evening. The last thing you’d want is for anybody to stumble across the two of you. The grounds are silent, save for the rustling of the leaves in the trees as you walk towards the old building, and there are few lights to guide your way. But you know the route by now.

The oak door gets bigger and bigger until it looms over you, rooting you to the ground as you allow yourself a minute, like every other time, to prepare. To leave, to argue, to run. But the cold of the wind pulls you from your trance. You have no choice.

You don’t knock. He’s expecting you. He doesn’t even look up when you enter, silent at his desk, the scratching of his pen the only noise in the room as he writes. His jacket is off, hanging from the back of his chair, and his dark tie hangs loose around his neck. It’s a complete contrast to his put-together looks throughout the day; pristine, perfectly ironed suits and a smile. Now the top buttons of his shirt are loose, and you can see the dip of his broad chest as he leans over his desk.

You clear your throat, stepping forward into the room a little further.

“Sir.”

He looks up at you, finally, nonchalant as ever as he watches you close the door. He leans back against his chest, watching you through the rim of his round glasses. They glint as he speaks.

“Y/N. Can I help you?”

You don’t know why he does it. Why he makes you come here, makes you stand before him and grovel at his feet, all while he acts oblivious. It’s so unnerving, so sick.

He raises an eyebrow, leaning back into his seat and reaching into his pocket. The cigarette he pulls out is the same expensive brand he always smokes. He places it between his lips, balancing it as he watches you, expectantly. You swallow the lump in your throat.

“I’d like to speak to you about my grade.”

You don’t miss the flicker of amusement in his eyes as you speak, but it’s gone quickly with a puff of his cigarette, the smoke clouding round his face. He waits a moment, like he always does, and then speaks.

“I’m afraid the grades you’ve received are non-negotiable. I can’t give out any special treatment, Y/N. You know this.”

He waits, silently. You want to cry. His gaze hardens for a split second and you know you’re keeping him waiting too long for his liking. He enjoys a game, but he gets bored quickly.

“Please.”

He doesn’t speak.

You hate him. You hate him so much. You hate your parents for making you attend university. You hate chance for its unfair ways. You hate the way he touches you. You hate yourself for letting him.

“Please, Sir.” Your voice breaks, a singular tear trickling down your face as you avert your gaze from his face. There’s no smile, just a cruel, satisfied smirk at the way your body recoils from him as the words pass your lips.

You refuse to look as you hear him stand from his desk, watching as he leather Oxfords get closer until they're right in front of you, and you can smell the lit cigarette.

“Don’t cry, Y/N,” he cooes, voice soft and quiet in the silence of his office. His rough fingers come to rest on your chin, turning your head to face him with mock gentleness. “Pretty girls shouldn’t cry.”

He’s so close. You feel trapped. You’re drowning in a mixture of his cologne and smoke, a smell you’ve scrubbed from your skin countless times before. His thumb strokes your skin gently, and his touch sparks goosebumps on your skin. He lets out a soft hum, as if he’s so horrifically torn by the decision he’s about to make.

“You're putting me in a difficult situation here, Y/N.”

He waits a second.

“But maybe I can make an exception for you."

One more.

"You’ll just have to do me a favour in return."

He speaks like it’s the most gracious thing. Like he’s some saint. Like he's not bullied you into this corner countless times before. Like he won't do it again. You want to scream. Instead you meet his eyes, ignoring the soft smirk that forms on his lips.

Your line comes out weak, hopeless.

“I’ll do anything.”

— —

He likes to take it slow at first. You don't know whether the drag of his hands across your skin is for your enjoyment or his. You could take a lucky guess. The minutes he spends touching your skin set you on edge, eyes flickering to the door as images of the two of you being caught flood your brain. The risk is high, it makes you sick. He loves it.

He likes to tell you that what he's doing is for the best. That he's so much older than you, that he’s so much smarter. Surely only a Professor could know what was best for their student? He whispers praise and filth into your skin and tells you that you’re so good for him. That you listen so well. Like a good student. A good girl.

He likes it when you're beneath him. When you stare up at him with teary eyes and a helpless look on your face as he sits you on his desk. He parts your legs forcefully to step between them, guiding your head towards him. You don’t want to react to the feel of his rough palms travelling between the material of your skirt to the top of your thighs, but you can’t help but gasp as they enter you, curling and prodding at your walls.

He likes your skirt to stay on. The way it falls across your skin when he fucks into you, the material creasing beneath his grip on your thighs. The wood of his desk bruises your stomach with every thrust forwards, his thick fingers gripping your tits through the material of your shirt. You leave with bruises that never seem to fade.

He likes your reflection in the mirror that he fucks you in front of. Likes the way your nervous expression morphs into pleasure as he has his way with you. The way fear flickers across your eyes every now and then as you come back to your senses, the way it’s gone with the light pressure of his thumb on your clit. Your body shakes in his hold and he can only admire how perfect you look as you take his cock. So cute.

When you’re on the floor, knees pressing uncomfortably into the hard oak panels as his cock pounds into your throat. Your nails dig into his thighs and your whines are silenced as you gag around him. His own grunts are always loud, and he lets out a deep, guttural groan as he releases into your throat, pulling out just in time to taint your skin.

He likes you to say thank you, afterwards. To pick yourself up and ignore the shake in your legs as he places a light kiss on your forehead. To leave without a word.

And to return, as always, the next time.

#aot #aot smut #smut #aot x reader #zeke x reader #zeke yeager #attack on titan #tw: manipulation #tw: age difference #tw: coercion #tw: blackmail #tw: teacher/student #tw: age gap #tw: dubcon #tw: noncon #tw: dark content

[emiradursun]

( closed starter for: @axel-mathis ) location: the office

It had been a busy day of work for the both of them and while the two usually were done working at a decent time, they both stayed a little longer in the night to finish things up. Closing her laptop and running her fingers through her hair with a sigh, she got up from her desk to walk into Axel's office. "Hey," she said softly, leaning against the doorframe with a soft smile. "Want me to order takeout or are you thinking you'll be finished soon?"

#axel convo #( emira x axel ) #tw: age difference #tw: power dynamics