#legal age gap dont worry

[wwandaslover]

I DONT SMOKE | N.R

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x F! Reader

Warnings: lots of angst, smoking, abuse, toxic relationship, legal age gap, R has an unhealthy attachment to N, N has anger issues, love bombing, cheating

Summary: Natasha is a horrible girlfriend, R can’t let her go, they’re in a super toxic relationship.

You never smoked, it was disgusting and you always hated the smell. You had hated it your entire life, until Natasha came along. Natasha smoked a cigarette or two a day, but she bought her own tobacco and tubes for it, she wasn’t going to smoke those disgusting Marlboros or Camels, she’d always smoke her own cigarettes. You would pester her to stop smoking, worried for her health, and Natasha would always chuckle and tell you it was alright.

You fell in love with the smell and taste of cigarettes, the scent of tobacco on Natasha’s leather jacket, the taste of it on Natasha’s tongue when she’d kiss you. The way it mixed with her dark cherry scented perfume was intoxicating, and you fell harder and harder for her every single day. You fell harder every time she hugged you, or kissed you, or laid you down and spread your legs greedily.. the way she could worship your body one moment and choke you the next made you throb with need, you needed Natasha like oxygen. You hated when she was gone, you hated wondering where she was. You hated being alone.

When Natasha was gone, you’d smoke, just to taste her on your tongue and smell her on your clothes. You didn’t care how the cigarette would turn into two, then into three, even into four if Natasha was gone too long. You couldn’t help it, you had gotten addicted to the tobacco burning and the smoke filling your lungs like it had filled Natasha’s. You felt pathetic, you couldn’t go a day without her anymore, you were losing your mind whenever she was gone longer than a day. You wanted to scream every time she was out with Wanda, Carol, or Maria, you had nothing against any of them.. but Natasha was choosing them over you. You wanted to tear them apart with your shaky hands.

When Natasha would come home to you acting needy and following her like a lovesick puppy, she’d get mad. She’d break things, but never you. She’d punch a door or a wall if she was really mad, she would break random trinkets in your shared bedroom and you would sob, begging her to stop ignoring you even if that meant her hurting you. You needed her attention, whether it was her arms wrapped around your trembling frame, or her palm connecting with your cheek. You loved her so dearly, you needed her every moment of the day and all you wanted was for her to feel the same, you wanted her to need you so pathetically.

Natasha arrived home late once again to find you sitting out on the back deck, smoking a cigarette with a pensive expression on your face. Natasha frowned at the sight and opened the glass door to the deck, taking the cigarette from between your fingers and putting it out in the ashtray.

“Detka..” she spoke barely above a whisper, staring at you with concern, worried for your wellbeing. She cupped your cheek gently and a sound of hurt escaped your throat. Natasha’s eyes softened even more and she pulled you into a hug. She hated seeing you in pain, she hated knowing she was the problem. You were such a sweet person, you had a heart of gold and you were so sensitive.

You sobbed against her shoulder, “Why don’t you love me, Nat..?”

Natasha immediately spoke, “I do love you, I love you so much, dorogaya.. I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry. I know I’ve been gone a lot lately. I’m sorry work has been so crazy. I promise I’ll try and spend more time at home with you.”

You sniffled a little and lifted your head from her shoulder, looking her in the eyes. You whispered tepidly, “Are you sure..?”

Natasha nodded, smiling softly. She cupped your cheek, her cold and rough hand against your soft and warm skin. She pressed her lips to yours in a reassuring kiss, making sure to be gentle and slow. You knew you shouldn’t fall for it, Natasha would go back to normal in a few days and you’d get hurt all over again.. but you couldn’t help it. You kissed her back slowly, wrapping your arms around her neck and sighing softly against her lips. Natasha’s hands moved to your hips, holding you possessively and securely as she kissed you. She knew what she was doing, she knew she was hurting you, it wasn’t ever intentional but she couldn’t help it. She knew you’d find out about her cheating on you with Wanda, she knew you were aware of her manipulation and abuse, she knew you would never leave because you were just a needy little girl, barely even an adult. She was in her mid thirties and you were a senior in college. You were weak and Natasha couldn’t help but keep abusing your weakness.

You deepened the kiss, swiping your tongue over Natasha’s lower lip, asking for entrance that Natasha granted. Natasha’s tongue explored your mouth and immediately dominated the kiss, you let her, your soft moans were swallowed by her lips. Without breaking the kiss, Natasha led you inside, both of you kicked your shoes off and dropped your jackets on the floor uncaringly. You both stumbled upstairs to your bedroom and once you got to it, Natasha pushed you against the wall and broke the kiss to take off your shirt and her own. You saw the hickey on her collarbone, you knew it wasn’t from you, but you wouldn’t say anything. Maybe it was just a bruise. She’d never cheat on you, she loved you.

Natasha grabbed your hips once again and pushed you onto the bed before she moved to straddle you. You instinctively grabbed her waist and pulled her closer, your eyes glued to the mark on her skin but you forced yourself to look away at Natasha’s face, kissing her once again. Natasha kissed back, unaware of the mark on her collarbone, unaware of the growing ache in your chest.

Natasha cupped your cheeks as she grinded against you, letting out soft groans and noises of pleasure into your mouth as you kissed her. Natasha slid her hands to your back and unclasped your bra, throwing it aside. Her hands immediately went to your breasts and began kneading your soft skin, her lips parting from yours and moving to kiss and suck on your chest while you let out fake moans to cover up the hurt building up inside you. You knew she cheated, but you didn’t want to accept it, you had known since the moment she began coming home smelling like another woman’s perfume, you knew when you saw nudes from Wanda in her camera roll that she didn’t bother to hide, you knew when Natasha started hanging out with Wanda every single day.. it was obvious.

While you were lost in thought, Natasha had stripped off your sweatpants and panties, burying her face in your cunt and exploring your core while her nose nudged your clit. You sobbed as Natasha ate you out, she thought you were just worked up and feeling relieved, not actually crying. You didn’t stop her, you didn’t want her to stop yet you also wanted to hit her and scream at her for ruining you. You hated how much you loved her, you used to think she was absolutely perfect, that someday you would marry her, but in that moment, her laying between your legs as she ate you out, your tears rolling down your face and soaking into your hair and bedsheets, you knew you needed to leave her. You knew you had to but you didn’t want to, you wanted to stay with her no matter how abusive and manipulative she was.

You faked an orgasm once, and then again when she decided to start fingering you and kissing your neck, then again when she decided to use a strap-on. At least when she was between your legs you couldn’t see the mark, you couldn’t see her fucking face, but now you did. You hated Natasha for the first time in your life, you hated everything about her and yet all you wanted was for her to love you and only you. You needed her more than anything, no matter how horrible she was.

Eventually, after everything stopped, Natasha laid next to you. She stared into your eyes with an unreadable expression, her hand gently resting on your waist. Her voice rang in your ears, deafeningly soft and warm, “Are you okay?”

Without thinking, you let out a scoff. You turned to lay on your back and ran your hands over your face, stressed and upset. You spoke after a moment, still not facing Natasha “How long have you been fucking Wanda?”

Natasha’s heart ached for you, she wasn’t surprised that you knew, in fact she thought you would have approached her about it already, but she hated how hurt you sounded. She hated your sad expression, she hated your shaky breaths, she hated how terrible she felt for hurting you. She got out of bed and spoke, “seven months.”

You watched as she grabbed her clothes and left the room. She just left. You knew it was over, and part of you was relieved, but seeing Natasha so uncaring reminded you of who she was and who she’d always be. You laid your head back down and sighed heavily before deciding you wouldn’t care either, so you just went to sleep. You knew Wanda didn’t know about you, so you decided that in the morning, you were going to go see her.

If anyone actually likes this I’ll do a part two

[faeriekit]

I have now seen Waitress (the musical)(the movie). These are my conclusions, spoilers included:

Kind of lame to hype up the baking contest for the whole movie and then have it not matter. I get the thematic sense of having a baby disrupt any and all of your plans, but hey. I was excited about that.

SHE JUST HAD A BABY. WHY IS SHE STANDING?? SIT DOWN. HAVE SOMEONE ELSE BRING THE BASSINET TO YOU. STOP STANDING AND MONOLOGUING.

I get that you want to break off your affair with your married OBGYN boyfriend, but um. Who's going to do your postpartum care. I think you still need him. That's kind of important. Who is going to do your postpartum monitoring now?? Hello?? Please don't bleed out I'm begging girl you just broke up with your abusive husband PLEASE DONT LET THIS BE THE HILL YOU DIE ON

I think it was extremely valid of Dawn and Ogie to have nasty American Revolution roleplay sex on a trans-inclusive American pride flag. I presume it was just to avoid breaking the flag code in some legal manner but also. work 🫡

Two and a half hours is too long not to have an intermission. I had to fake a pee break I'm sorry I can't DO this 😭😭

I watched this with a bunch of middle age women (hi auntie, hi auntie's friends) and after the movie everyone went 🤨 "why was she standing?? Who's going to do her post birth care?? They took the plot device away with her hospital set bed I was worried they lost it" lol. It was deeply validating

There was an eight year old in the theater. Whatever the rating for this movie was, it needed to be bumped way the fuck up for how much simulated pie-themed sex was in this movie.

The woman who played Becky 🥺🥺❤️❤️ her tooth gap up front ❤️❤️🥺❤️ the bic pen in her hair ❤️❤️

I like how the songs were packed in tight enough that most of the narrative happened through them rather than around them. The music wasn't reinforcing, it was structural. As someone who can't usually find movies...bearable...it made the whole experience a lot easier for me.

*upon seeing a brand new baby* "I love you so much, I love your baby, I'm so sorry I gotta go I'm double parked in the hospital lot. Love you!!!" <- the most realistic medical writing I've seen this whole movie.

[yuri-for-businesswomen]

ok i am really sorry about how this may come off and i want to say i'm not like prejudiced against german people, but i often hear about things from germany like women having to try brothels first before getting unemployment, or "sex being a human right for disabled people" (ie they force a prostitute to go "service" a disabled man), and so on, and it kind of makes me skeeved out by german men? where i'm from obvs there is a local brand of misogyny but how accepted is this in your country? how common is it among the men to just think it is normal and okay? would you say the average man there goes to brothels or is okay with it?

no worries! i completely understand where youre coming from.

first off, women do not have to try prostitution or they get their unemployment benefits cut, thats a myth. a brothel owner tried to enforce it but the courts decided that, since the alleged purpose of the prostitution law was to protect prostitutes, not to foster and promote prostitution, the government agency responsible for unemployment is not to advertise brothel ads or help brothel owners find „employees“ which would not make sense in the first place because brothels dont employ prostitutes, they rent out rooms.

secondly, i dont think german men are more (or less) likely to buy sex than men of other nationalities. german men tend to generally be more shy (when it comes to hitting on women/dating) which is not due to virtue but probably because german people are more reserved in general. my french friends say they get harrassed on the street less in germany, for example. but that doesnt make germans less misogynistic.

from a feminist point of view, we have the worst possible mix of liberal and conservative politics: for example, prostitution has been liberalised and legalised 20 years ago - but abortion is still technically criminalised (albeit accessible). women have been excelling in academics - but mothers still take on most of the childcare (resulting in poverty at old age, single mothers being at highest risk of poverty, and women being overrepresented in part time jobs, for example). the conservative part comes from the center right christian democratic party having been in power for most of the time since the end of ww2. the prostitution law is the brainchild of the green party who have been massively influenced by postmodernism and hippie culture. academics are also pretty much divided into these two camps (conservative or postmodernist liberal) and this also influences politics. i think this is reflective of our weirdly ambivalent culture!

in my opinion, the average german person does not have strong opinions on any of this. they care about würstchen and maybe refugees (racism is a more obvious albeit not more or less grave issue here than sexism). the topic of prostitution is not a widely discussed topic at all. which means people dont care enough to stop that green party nonsense like „sex is a human right“ and buying sex being legal (they are by the way also responsible for the new self id law in germany). feminism is just very weak in germany. there are big discussions on „gendering“ and the trans topic, refugees and nazis, and climate change, but weirdly the sex industry and other misogyny is not often discussed. at best we get a halfhearted gender pay gap debate.

i think german men are freaks in private. we have a huge fetish scene in germany, i cant tell you why. germans are known to be very dry, reserved, not fun loving people, but there is an undeniable underbelly of sex pests here, i cant tell you what it is but maybe thats because im too close to it. i would be very interested to hear how other germans but especially non-germans who have been to or maybe even lived here perceive it!

[salon-maiden-anabel]

the more i think about your mom lucy hc, the more i really adore it. if you don't mind me asking questions about it, what's her general dynamic with kieran & carmine? is she a single mom? how does dahlia fit into the picture?

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO REPLY TO MY BRAINS BEEN. TRYING . the thoughts are disconnected but by god there are thoughts everything below the readmore

But! Hi hello welcome to Oh lord this family needs therapy and counselling . ! Honestly I have been going into everything with the idea of her being a single mom w/ them! It;s very much a situation of like.... Parent that works away from home constantly, so the relationship is just unfortunately naturally more strained kinda thing .

With all this i go with like.... The idea that they were very much born in Hoenn and lived there with Lucy until Carmine was approximately 9 or so, and Kieran was 7 [I do like to imagine they're 16 and 14 respectively as of the dlcs]. Work being so remote and stuff plus worrying about their education and all just led to living with their grandparents in Kitakami being the best decision for their development as yknow, People. I like to imagine Lucy visits periodically throughout the year and such to check in :> just takes a bit of coordinating. Also shes absolutely the reason they're able to go to blueberry for highschool via both making sure they Can go there financially and putting a word in to a battle focused school of them being kids of a facility head :p even if realistically Lucy isnt the strongest head by any means lol . it's kinda like if an E4 member put a good word in situation. And we can see with Lacey and Drayton both going there... gestures. I wouldnt be surprised if more children of different league figures go to it or schools LIKE it. But thats besides the point Lucy absolutely like, struggles with her emotions and such. Even from the small bits of dialogue we have from her? Maybe its just my autistic ass reading too much into it LMAO but . gestures .

i feel like if this werent a kids game she'd just tell you to fuck off to your face here

sorry just more quick looking too much into dialogue but. cmon. CMON. ...She's . definitely influenced how carmine and kieran act at least somewhat .

Carmine might be the easiest to point a finger to as being like her mom but i genuinely think that it;s actually Kieran who ended up the most Like her, yknow it;s incredibly obvious to point a finger at Kieran during indigo disk and how he talks as being her fault a little bit :p anyways thats just me vaguely mumbling abt that. AS FOR. DYNAMICS. Kieran isnt as close to his mom as Carmine is just due to everything with living with their grandparents. Theres also absolutely like.... Very much a gap because he stopped seeing her as much when he was younger, while Carmine was only a year off of being like. Legally start being a pokemon trainer age. And its just Awkward, relation wise, just because of how little she actually sees them through the years, especially when the discussion would slowly shift to more "How are your studies?" "How are you doing in school?" "How is your pokemon training going?" once they start going to blueberry. Which i don't think was ment to come off as uncaring for them and only focusing on training as it did from Lucy's end, but I dont really think she knew what else to ask and all, because she stopped being able to really pick up on their interests as much as they got older. Plus thats just kinda How she talks... With the importance on strength and luck n all that. Then with all this I imagine she like. Probably only called once maybe twice between the dlc plots n all? And once again with just mainly the training questions it was just a sour spot. I wouldn't doubt Kieran would also struggle with not wanting to be in a shadow/the nepo baby accusations /j that I fully think if Drayton knows about he'd tease him and Carmine about. So like. All that with the instilled importance of ones strength :sob: Lucy you were not helping the Kieran situation. Hell I don't really think she would of even known about anything going down between Kitakami to Blueberry with Kieran just because neither of them wanted to tell her at all? Because again just that Awkward connection between them, just the permanent fog on all communication that feels like someone said something wrong at all times and it got too awkward to finish. IDK I think im waffling on I don't know how to formulate my thoughts the best LMFAO BUT I THINK... DYNAMICS WOULD CHANGE POST-MOCHI MAYHEM ESP. Bc i KNOW she'd find out after carmine and kieran nearly fucking DIE in the underdepths and everything hits her in the back of her head at once that she needs to repair what she can w/ them because she almost lost them. Probably means taking an extended leave from working at the Pike so she doesn't have to worry about scheduling to see them in person for only a short period of time. Especially if the times line up for them having any extended break from school . It's never going to be perfect, far from it, with their dynamics and all but. gestures. Briar needs to sleep with one eye open for a bit at least. in short

AS FOR. DAHLIA im in turbo hell because I can not see? the siblings ending up like they did if she was also around? Shes such a force of positivity as a person im just. blinks a bit. Im in hell bc i adore the ship as my big rarepair ill die on a hill for but nobody expected the kitakami siblings especially not me so . i think if they ever do get together it'd be somewhere nearer to scarvio era which just. yeah. see image below

[hunterkhean]

How does everyone else feel about Rodimus relationship with Soundwave?

The world... They kind of... Some accepting Some doesn't, Because well... The status of their past situation as a Proffesor with it's student

The Commanders, they all accepted it- SoundWave and Rodimus isn't the First Relationship among the Commanders with an age gap (but all commanders and the people they're in a relationship with are legal age so dont worry).

The Cybertronians Agents? Well depending Just liek the whole world some of them Doesn't Support it and some does and some doesn't really care

[rrelationshipadvice]

ok so like i (17, they/he/it) started seeing this guy (15, he/they/it) and i really like them but i feel very weird about our age gap. i dont want people to think that i started dating him because of its age or to like call me a creep or anything, we just met at a conference thing and like immediately hit it off, we didn't even ask each others age until the end. I'm like generally ok with 2 year age gaps in either direction but im mostly worried about the fact that he is under the age of consent and im almost a legal adult so the idea of doing anything sexual is making me super anxious

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[sp00kworm]

I ACCIDE FALLY SENT MY ASK TOO EARLY I WAS THE ONE WHO ASKED ABOUT WRITING BOUNDARIES i saw your one thing listing the donts but wanna make sure there are no other stuff that would make you uncomfortable ! Like big age gaps, drug use (like weed or fictional drugs idk), what kinks are an automatic no no (other than scat because i think that was listed THQNK GOD /LH), stuff like that just so we know exactly like what is and isn't okay regarding what you write - just more in depth so we know your boundaries. so sorry for the 2 part ask KMS 😭

Hello don't worry about the two part ask! It's fine and please don't worry in general haha. As boundaries go I don't have too many. Age related ones are okay so long as that is a LEGAL relationship (also I write about a 400 year old murder bot regularly and vampires etc I don't think it's a big problem).

Drugs are okay but as I've never taken anything stronger or weirder than morphine in my life I don't know how good I'd be at writing it (those of you who've been here a while might remember that surgery idk) but overall please don't panic over these things.

I've been a monster writer most of my life... nothing really phases me.

Unless its inflation stuff. Maybe not that.

[harrysrealgf]

PLEASING

older!CEO!harry x reader

summary: you work at Pleasing and you meet the CEO at a coffee shop (but you dont know that)

warnings: age gap (like 10 years, still legal though, the reader is 22) , smut 18+, oral (f receiving)

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You had the day off today. You stopped at a coffee shop to get coffee to do the errands you had to do today. (little did you know they would be cut short)

“Hey y/n! The regular?” you nod

“Thank you so much.” you beam and go to the other line like in ‘papas pizzeria’.

“Y’must come here often, huh?” ths guy in front of you turns around and says to you. You look up from your phone to look at him and he is gorgeous. He's got the most beautiful green eyes, and his messy brown hair falls perfectly on his head.

“Y-yeah, I do,” you giggle. “How’d you know?” you ask.

“Well, one has to come here a lot if one has a regular.” you laugh and look down.

“You caught me.” you look back up at him. “So you're telling me you don't come here often?” you said with almost disappointment in your voice.

He shakes his head, “M’afraid not. Lovely place t’is, m’just never around.” he shrugs.

“Whys that?” The worker calls Harry’s name and Y/n’s after to get their drink.

“Would y’like to sit down with me?” He asks sitting down at a table. You nod “I would.”

“Whats y’name anyway?” she asks taking a sip of her coffee.

“Harry. Yours?”

“Y/n.”

“Y’name almost as beautiful as you.” you smile.

“Thank you! Yours too.” His name sounded familiar to you but you didn’t know why.

“Thank you. What were y’asking in the line?” he questions.

“Oh. I was just wondering why you are never around.” He nods and sets his coffee on the table.

“I travel, a lot. It hasn’t been like this in a while. But I travel f’work.” he smiles.

“Where do you work?” You wanted to get to know him, “sorry if I'm being too nosey.” she says shyly.

“Y’not don't worry. But I'm a CEO.” He giggles quietly. He's so baby girl.

“Oh. That's nice.” you smile enthusiastically.

“What ‘bout you?”

“I work for pleasing.” you sighs, “kinda boring compared to you.”

“Oh.” his eyes widen. You tilt your head in confusion.

“What's wrong?”

“Nothing! That company is nice. M’wearing their nail polish now actually.” he shows you his nails. His hands are really nice.

“Your hands are nice- I mean your hands- I mean your nails.” she laughs awkwardly.

“Thank you.” he smiles. “How old are y’anyway?” he asks

You had been nervously sipping your coffee for the entire time you guys were talking so it's about gone.

“I'm 22.” His eyes widen.

“Oh wow.” he didn't know what he was expecting but that's a 10-year age gap. “I'm 32.” he announced.

“Woah.” You chuckle. He nods.

“Yeah.” he didn't mind at all, in fact, he really liked you. You were sweet, and you knew how to keep a conversation.

“I mean… I don't really mind,” you shrug. Your coffee was gone by now and you were just getting the ice.

“Y’pretty young though…” he said awkwardly.

“You just don’t look a day over 20. Well, besides your mustache.” you found his mustache insanely attractive.

“Well let's just not make things awkward,” he told.

“Oh, I wasn't going to. If I'm being honest, I kinda like that you're older than me.” he blushes at what you said, “like way older.” you smiled.

“Y’intrigue me, honey. May I call y’that?” you nodded

“I'll probably have t’get going, could I get y’number? Maybe we could do this again.”

“I'd like that. You said while pulling up your contacts and giving him your phone.

He puts his number in and gives you back his phone. You stood up as well and set a small tip on the table. Harry put a much bigger tip but not on purpose, he was just feeling something. And he has enough money to go around.

You walk out together and Harry gives you a small hug.

“I’ll see y’around honey.” You smile and nodded and you both got into your cars

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You felt so giddy. All you wanted to do was call your mom and tell her everything. But she would just tell you he’s way too old. So you just decided to wait

You did however tell your best friend Mia. So you went to her house and told her everything.

“Wait what was his name?”Mia asks.

“Harry.”

“What's his last?”

You shrug “I was already asking enough questions.” You add on.

She asks you to describe him and you do.

“Oh my gosh! Hold on..” She says typing on her phone. She flips her phone around and you see a picture of Harry.

“This him?” you nod gradually.

“That's the CEO of pleasing!” she hits your chest. “Y/n, you naughty girl. You bagged the CEO of the company we work for!” she exclaims.

“What?” you spoke softly. “Why didn’t he tell me?” you ask to yourself.

“Should i text him and ask?” She shrugs

“Do whatever you need y/n.”

So you decided to text him.

3:33PM

Y/n: hey its y/n

H: Hey!!

H: I was hoping you wouldnt be a stranger.

Y/n: i was just wondering…

Y/n: y didnt u tell me u were the ceo of pleasing?

H: Oh. I don’t know. I guess it just didn’t really matter?

Y/n: u still coulda told me so i didnt make a fool outta myself

H: You didn’t though. You’re very beautiful and I like talking to you Y/n.

H: You make me feel things.

Y/n: like what?

H: I can’t explain right now. Could you come over later?

Y/n: yeah i can :)

Y/n: ttyl!

H: What?

Y/n: ill talk to u later😭😭😭😭

H: Why the crying faces?

Y/n: oh darrnnnnnn… you need to learn some things.. old man.

H: I am not old.

Y/n: the way u type says otherwise.

H: Mhm. Ttyl;)

Y/n: better

6:16PM

H: Can you come over now?

Y/n: yup!

H: *address* See you soon, pretty girl.

You arrive at his house and holy shit is it big and nice. (u know what else is big and nice)

You text him to let him know you’re here. He opens the door and lets you in.

“Good to see you,” he smiles closing the door behind you. “Would y’like water? Maybe a wine?”

“Water’s fine,” you say studying his place. “Lovely place you have.” You smile as he hands you the water bottle.

“Thank you.” you nod as a ‘your welcome’.

“Is that your car outside too?” He nods.

“Who’s else would it be?” he asked playfully.

“I dunno. Maybe you’ve got a wife or something.” you say as he leads you to his couch.

“If i had a wife, well i wouldn’t be v’loyal if y’around.” he admits and you blush.

“Whys that?”

“Well, as I’ve said previously, Y’very beautiful Y/n.” He says. “I don’t think i could control m’self ‘round you. D’you have a boyfriend?” He asks.

“No. A majority of the boys i meet arent loyal or can hardly find the clit.” You roll your eyes thinking about it.

“Sounds like y’need a man… Y’know, a real man.” He says setting his hand on your thigh.

“Yeah? Like who? You? Assuming you can find the clit of course.” You ask playfully (but you were being so serious)

“Yes.” He bites his lip as his hand goes further up. “How many times d’ya think i could make y’cum?” He asks catching you off gaurd.

“Come and find out.” You say as he grins.

He leans to you and kisses you passionately. While you guys kiss Harrys hand goes from your clothes pussy to your waistband and pulls down your pants and left you in your panties.

“Can I…” you start. “can I ride your thigh?” you ask sweetly.

“Aww baby… Y’wanna ride the tiger?” you nod. Harry was just in some biker shorts so you got on his leg. “Cmon pretty. Ride the tiger.” He smirks

You slowly rock back and forth on his thigh. “Harry… Can i take these off… please.” You pull at your panties and he nods.

“O’course. Show m’that pretty pussy.” He bites his lip as you strip from your underwear.

“Fuck H… ‘ts too good.” You moan loudly.

“Yeh? Y’gonna cum?” You shrug

“I-I dunno.” You whimper going to his chest.

“Cmon honey… Cum.” His voice was so deep right now him just talking could make you cum, but right now it was his thigh and his voice making you cum.

“Can I fuck y’now?” You nodded quickly “Can I take y’to my bedroom?” He also asks.

“Just fuck me in every room.” He licked his lips.

“Alrigh’.” He smirked.

“Find y’pleasing in me.” You moaned.

He bites his lip. “That was a very appropriate joke.” He grinned.

He removed his biker shorts and slowly insert his cock into you. Your pussy felt so tight, snug and warm to him. If he didn’t know any better he would’ve thought you were a virgin.

“D-don’t move please.” He said.

“Why?” You tease.

“If y’move I might cum.” After a couple more seconds he was good and started pounded into you.

“Fuckkk. Who’s pussy is this?” he asks.

“Y-yours.” You moan.

“‘N tell me, who’s making y’feel this good…” He whimpered.

“You, Harry!” You started to get annoyed

“Tell me how deep-“ he starts.

“Not fuckin’ deep enough.” He stops thrusting into you.

“Excuse me?” He pulls out.

“No- Harry what are you doing? Please.” You beg. You were so close to coming again and he just took that away from you.

“No. Since y’wanna be a brat and not take what I give yeh, then y’get nothing but a punishment.” he spat.

“Like what?”

“Y’ever used a vibrator?” He bit his lip.

You shook your head and said “How many other girls have you used that with?”

“None. Got it recently, if y’must know.” he scoffs. “So keep talking its only gonna get you a bigger punishment.”

“Well what are you gonna do?” you question.

“M’gonna use y’little pathetic pussy for m’to cum, like y’a fuckin toy. Then youre getting tied up and m’fuckin leaving y’with a vibrator up y’pussy while i go shower. And y’wont be able t’cum. Fair?” Definitely not fair… but it did sound hot.

“Not at all.” You whine.

“Then how about I just use y’as a fuck toy, either way y’not coming.” Maybe he was being too harsh but he couldn’t help it when he was in the mood.

“Fine.” You close your eyes, he puts his cock back into you and pounds into you harder and faster.

“Mmmm… M’cum is gonna look s’pretty on y’slutty little face.” He licks his lips.

“Can i please cum. Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease.” She moaned and whimpered.

“No.”

He fucks you harder and faster by the minute.

“Mmm baby m’gonna cum.” He pulled out and came on your face.

“Cmon baby lets go to m’room.” He grins. He knows he left you like that.

You nod.

He had left you unsatisfied and you couldn’t go to sleep. His bed had been the comfiest you’ve been in, in years.

Eventually you ended up drifting asleep.

—————————🌷🌷🌷—————————

“Good morning.” Harry says noticing your awake.

“Not very good.” You roll your eyes.

“Oh, m’sorry baby. Did I leave y’unsatisfied last night?” You nodded. “well that's what bad girls get, but I feel like y’deserved t’cum now.” He goes down to your pussy and fingers it a little bit. It feels so good on account of you not being able to cum last night.

“M’gonna eat this pussy f’breakfast.” You put your hand on his head.

“Wait! Harry I’ve gotta work!” you panic.

“Honey! ‘ts okay! If they call about it, I can excuse it. Please, let m’treat this pussy.” He looks up at you and you nod.

“Okay.” You calm down more.

He starts to finger your pussy again, setting his thumb on your clit, rubbing it slightly.

He replaced his fingers with his tongue. He eats you out till you squirt on his tongue.

He swallows all of it.

“Fuck honey, y’know what y’just did?” He licked his lips. You shook your head, “y’just squirted.”

“Ewww.” You thought that was a bad thing, as you weren’t very experienced in sex. You’d fucked maybe three people? Four counting Harry.

“No honey, that was… S’hot.” He could moan just by the taste of you.

“Sweetest pussy,” he starts going back in, “V’ever tasted.” he finishes. He sits up and you look at him with lazy eyes.

“Thank you so much H.” You say feeling drunk by how good you feel.

“Anytime. And when I say that…Seriously, I mean it. Y’make m’feel things Y/n.”

“M’too tired t’talk… Can we just go back to sleep?” You ask innocently cuddling up against him.

“Of course.”

[iwishtobeastorm]

Cyar’ika

Gladiator!Din Djarin/Female!Reader

What happens when you, a slave, fall in love with Corusant’s favorite gladiator?

Warnings - this fic will eventually turn 18+, so please respect that - minors don’t interact. Come back when you’re 18, this work will still be here, I promise.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2 

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 

Chapter 5  

Chapter 6 

Chapter 7 

[buryustogether]

heeey :) how are ya? so i have never requested anything before i dont really know what im doing rn lol but here we go. Could you write a angst fic with our boy sam ? where him and the reader have like an age gap (if your okay with that obvs.) He is kinda 40-50 yrs old and therefore much older than i am lmao and maybe make it smutty at the end? if you do it thanks, if you dont also thanks

k byeee

(btw english isnt my first language, so ignore any mistakes i made in this very long ask lol)

don’t worry, literally no one knows shit the first time they request. and also, please - a little known fact about me that’s about to be a little more known, i live for age gaps (legal ones, lmfao we don’t do that other shit here)

drunken love

summary: after a date mixed with a few drinks, sam gets jealous and makes sure you know it.

warnings: f!reader, angsty fighting, petty arguments, alcohol consumption, cursing, smut, porn with plot, daddy kink, i could go on for days, this ain’t for kids, etc.

“Jesus. What the hell have you been drinking?”

They weren’t exactly the first words you were expecting to hear when you walked through your front door, but you didn’t really think you were going to get a cheery hello, either. You glanced over your shoulder to find him standing in the doorway of the living room, arms crossed in some defiant pose that would have been threatening if you didn’t know him as well as you did.

“Hey,” you said, pausing to emit a tiny hiccup, “Sam.”

He had shedded his over shirt sometime while you were gone, as well as his shoes, and now all he was left in were his jeans and the white tank top men wore beneath every outfit, it seemed. If the circumstances had been different, you would have considered it, well... pretty hot. His tattoos free to breathe and his hair wild in the slightest tangles hanging near his shoulders. Oh yeah. That was definitely hot. But there weren’t any other circumstances, which was becoming painfully clear to you now.

Sam stepped deeper into the living room as you hung your purse up and your keys on the hook, struggling a bit to get the ring onto the wall. Your body tingled, warning you of a presence just behind you, and you turned just as he bent down slightly and sniffed your shoulder.

“Uhm, hello?” you asked, stepping to the side.

“So I guess that means you are drunk,” he said and pulled back. He watched you shed your coat and followed you into the kitchen, bare feet slapping the wood floor with a gradual stomp that became louder.

Sure, you’d had a few drinks when you went out with Tim tonight, but it wasn’t like you were the blackout, someone-carry-me-to-the-cab-kind of drunk. Yeah, the room swayed just a bit when you walked too fast and the door became blurry when you opened the refrigerator, but when didn’t they do that? It wasn’t like Sam could talk; he passed out on the couch maybe once a week with a bottle or two sitting on the coffee table. It wasn’t like you ever complained. And, you thought as you grabbed a water, what business was it of his?

“What the hell’s your problem tonight?” you asked and turned around to face him. You became aware of the fact that he was standing very close, so close that you could see the lashes on the bottoms of his eyes and the dent above his brow that only showed itself when he was extremely pissed off.

Sam emitted a scoff from the back of his throat that practically made his shoulders jump. “I don’t have a problem,” he said, though it was obvious he very much did. “It’s just that, I don’t know, you’re some young kid goin’ out in a slutty dress like that and not even tellin’ me first.”

“What’s wrong with my dress?” you asked, looking down. It really wasn’t anything that bad, an off-the-shoulder number that was a striking blue. True, the end, which reached a little higher on your thighs than anything you usually wore, was a little out there, but otherwise, there wasn’t anything sinful about it like he was making it out to be.

He shook his head and raised a hand in a snarky, sarcastic way as he said, “Oh, nothin’. Not if you’re goin’ out to a strip club or something.”

“Oh, my god!” you said and shoved his chest so that he bumped into the kitchen counter. “Get over yourself, Sam.” The liquor pumping through your veins was giving you generous amounts of liquid courage, levels you would never even dream of if you were sober. “I knew you could be a jackass sometimes, but Jesus. You’re a fucking douchebag when you’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous.” He kicked himself off the counter when you shook a hand and rounded the corner leading down the hall. “Hey!” he said, raising his voice. It sent goosebumps up your arms. “I’m not done talkin’ to you!”

“Well, I’m finished with you.”

With that, you entered your bedroom and slammed the door behind you, nearly shrieking with how much his words angered you. Kicking your shoes off, and then your dress, you pulled on an oversized shirt before making your way to the bathroom attached to your room. God, he made you want to pull your hair out sometimes. He complained and demanded and was oftentimes so, so unfair... and you loved everything about him.

Everyone told you it was a bad idea. You had originally met Sam Drake through his brother Nathan, working a job entailing a subject you happened to be an expert in. He, being the nomad he was, needed a place to crash for a night or two during the job; naturally, you had offered, never one to pass up a chance at karma. A few nights turned into a week, and that dissolved into months. Now he was living on your couch and pitching in where he could around the place, cleaning, cooking what he knew how, keeping you company.

Everyone had told you it was a bad idea, letting a man move in that was nearly twice your age. What if he’s some kind of creep, they said. What if he’s just trying to get in your pants, they said. What if he’s just going to kill you in your sleep, take your things, and go on a spree across three states, they said? You never bought any of it. Sam, while at times like these, was an asshole and made you want to throw him out, no matter the time of night, he had a soft spirit it seemed only you were able to see and touch. He’d never tried anything, never even laid a hand on something of yours he didn’t have permission to touch. Of course there was the empty flirtations he played damn near every day, but bottom line, he was as much of a gentleman as you had ever met.

But when he made remarks about your age, implying you couldn’t take care of yourself, or your dress and said it was slutty, you nearly wanted to grab a knife and give him a brand new tattoo.

By the time you had wiped off your smudged makeup and brushed your teeth, your blood had cooled and the anger had subsided. You rested the side of your head in your hand and glanced at yourself in the mirror. Your phone buzzed and you picked it up to swipe the notification into view; Tim, your date, already sending you goodnight texts and asking when he could see you again. You left the phone on the bathroom sink.

Sam was sat on his couch in the living room, a book splayed across his lap, but you could tell he wasn’t reading it because his gaze was instead fixated on an empty spot across the room. He looked up when you entered, almost as if he didn’t think it would be you, and pulled his legs off the cushions so that you could sit down. Taking a seat, you stared where he did, keeping the quiet.

“Look,” said Sam. He tossed whatever he was reading onto the coffee table before hunching his shoulders. “Maybe I was a little jealous, alright? I’m sure that Tim guy is nice and handsome or whatever, but I don’t like you goin’ out with strangers and not tellin’ me first. I didn’t know where you’d gone.”

You shifted slightly, bare feet tucking into the space between the cushions for warmth. “I’m allowed to have a life outside of the house, Sam,” you said, voice soft but persistent. “And Tim’s not a stranger; he’s from work. He just... asked me to go out for a night, that’s all.”

“Yeah. I get it.” He shook his hand and carded his fingers through his hair, a small, rueful smile blossoming across his thin lips. “Sorry. It’s just that...” He trailed off, leaving the sentence hanging in the air, and it took him a glance in your direction to finish it. “It’s just that I don’t think you need to go out with other guys in that way. I can take care of you just fine.”

Your breath hitched in your throat and your gaze swiftly turned to him, only to find that he had somehow moved a bit closer without you realizing. Still feeling brave from the alcohol in your veins, you asked, “How would you take care of me?”

Sam met your eyes then, and you were able to identify a look swimming in his eyes you had never seen before. Maybe it had only come out when you weren’t looking, maybe he hid it. Maybe it had been there all along. But one moment it was there, and the next you couldn’t see it anymore, because he was on you like a predator on prey. His lips connected with yours slowly despite his quick movements, sealing your mouths in a gentle, yet passionate kiss that sent your heart racing. Your eyes fluttered shut as fireworks exploded inside your stomach and a hand moved up to the side of his face on its own accord. His stubble scratched the pads of your fingers and you could have sworn they felt sharp as knives. Your mouths had just begun to open wider when he suddenly pulled back and away. Cold replaced warm and the sensation in your stomach disappeared.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, using his thumb to wipe the bottom of his lip. “I shouldn’t’a done that, I just-“

You cut him off when you got to your knees and grabbed the front of his tank top, then tugged him back in. It was as if you were telling him, ‘It’s alright. Come here. Let me have you.’ It was like you were telling him, ‘Tim means nothing to me, not if he isn’t you.’ And he somehow understood everything.

The pair of you collapsed back on the couch and he hovered over you, settling himself between your legs as your lips collided once more. There was something so romantic and at the same time so instinctive about the kiss, the way he ran his hands through your hair gently and how his tongue ran over your lips to ask for permission to enter. Like you could even think of saying no in this moment. Your mouth parted and he slipped his tongue in, lips pressing hard enough to bruise, and his hands moved over your neck, your collarbone while he did, like he was trying to memorize every inch of you while he could. His fingers, his palm - they felt so sturdy against your skin, strong and safe, like they should be.

You parted and the both of you inhaled deep, grasping for air, but Sam went right back to work before you could even catch your breath. He dipped his head down below yours and caught the skin of your neck in his mouth, kissing and sucking hard, and it was sure to leave marks come the morning time. Each time he gave you a love spot, he went down again and placed gentle kisses on the mark to soothe what pain it brought.

All the while you had turned into a melting mess beneath him, legs bending at the knee and welcoming him further against your front. He slowly placed his weight down and you accepted it in full, hands carding through his dark locks and savoring the sensations he was creating on your skin like some master in the entire trade. He was, if you were being frank, but there was something so tender and yet so feral about the entire thing you felt assured this wasn’t just another experience for him, not just another notch on his belt. No, this was something much more. This was the end to all of that.

Sam murmured your name over and over like a prayer as he moved lower. His mouth fell to the small dip in your clavicle and he attacked it, hands caressing your sides and working their way down to your love handles, your hips, your thighs. There was something so god-like in the way he moved if you didn’t know any better, you have thought you were dead. But you were so the opposite of dead; this was the peak of living, of existing. This very moment.

He raised his head to receive the gentle nod you gave him, then returned to devouring your lips as he began to pull your shirt up from where it hung around your waist. Every inch it moved up, you felt more and more embarrassed; Sam had never seen your body like this before, and there was something intimidating about it. But before you had much time to think it over, he had wiggled it over your head, off your arms, and dropped it over the back of the couch. Some new, adoring light became visible in his irises when you chuckled breathlessly, hugging your arms around your breasts insecurely.

“Hey, now, come on,” he teased gently, and took ahold of your wrists to pry them away. In a swift motion, he had them above your head and his face was suddenly between your breasts like a man who had never known warmth in his life. A sharp inhale escaped your lips as he nuzzled one, nose poking against the mound, and his free hand groped the other. It sent electricity coursing through your spine and up to your brain, practically frying it. This was what heaven was, you thought.

Sam finally slipped his tongue from beneath his swollen lips and licked a small trail from the valley of your breasts to the tip of the nearest, your nipples tough and erect from the butterflies fluttering in both your head and your lower abdomen. You gave a small moan in reply and eased your head back, beginning to feel a stiff line grow against your thigh where Sam’s legs met. He gave no indication that he had an erection, no. He focused all his attention on you, tuning in to what you felt like, what you enjoyed, what you didn’t. It almost felt magical. No, wait - it did.

“Oh, Sam,” you murmured, and simply his name spilling from your tongue pushed him even closer to the breaking point. Cued by your words, he leaned up onto his knees and discarded his tank top, giving you a gorgeous view of his front. He wasn’t too terribly skinny, nor was he muscled to the point of his abdomen being rock-solid. He was perfect, with a gorgeous bit of stomach protruding from his middle, the ghost of abs kissing his middle. You wanted to do the same. So you did.

“Woah, hey,” he laughed when you leaned up and grabbed his sides, pressing your lips to his belly. If you focused intently enough, you could feel a shiver climb up his spine. You gently eased him back so that you had settled between his thighs, pressing deep kisses and tiny love bites to every inch of his front you could reach. His hands explored your back, your shoulder blades. You were sure to give extra attention to the trio of scars on his lower tummy, and he nearly released a growl of pleasure from that alone. So much pain had come from that one spot on him, and now that such wonderful feelings had replaced them, he didn’t quite know what to think.

But he did know what to do. Sam lifted you off of him and set you down on your back, so that you were back in the original position you had started in. You watched, subtly removing your underwear, as he unbuttoned his jeans and let them drop to the floor. His eyes lit up like lanterns when he saw what you had done. “Eager, are we?” he said and leaned down to lovingly kiss your hips, even the parts you were insecure of, because to him, every bit of you was perfect.

“Like you aren’t?” you replied boldly, and reached a hand out to graze his erection through his boxers. A bumpy groan bubbled from his lips and he pinned you deeper into the couch.

“Please, honey,” he mused, and his hips grinned into yours mercilessly. “I’ve been waiting forever for this.”

You grinned and placed your hands on the sides of his face, brushing your thumbs against his cheekbones and holding him like a sacred piece of art. “Then show me just how you’d take care of me,” you murmured, “daddy.”

That single word, the one you practically breathed into his ear, your lips brushing over the shell, sent him into a frenzy you thought only wild animals were capable of. He kicked off his boxers in a flash and it took you only a moment to blink before he was inside of you, and a loud moan filled the room around you, leaving no space for hesitation or doubts. No, this was right. God damn, this was so right.

Sam took you hard and fast, as he did with everything else in his life, and it about knocked your soul straight from your body. From the way his hips rolled against yours, burrowing himself deeper inside you, to the way he worshipped your name like you were a goddess he prayed to every night and day. He worked a solid, steady rhythm of thrusting at what seemed as much as you could take, and then he doubled it when his thumb began to rub circles on the pearl of your clit. Your cries and mewls fed him all the pleasure he could ever chase in life, and it was all he really needed.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he said and continued his ministrations on your neck. He kissed from your collarbone all the way to bottom of your ear, pushing himself deep in you the entire time, and pulled on the lobe slightly with his teeth. “Say my name, darlin’. Don’t ever stop.”

You could barely find his name sitting on your tongue, swearing you saw stars as he fucked you so passionately and wonderfully. “Sam,” you changed to the ceiling and everyone else who could hear you. “Oh, fuck, Sam, you’re - oh, god!”

Your body felt like it was on fire as his hips began to stutter ever so slightly, your heels digging into his back and nails like fire against his shoulders. There was so much happening you had trouble keeping track of it all; his quickening thrusts against you, hips ramming against yours, the kisses and hickies being littered across your neck, his hand caressing and groping your breast, his other thumb playing with your clit, your -

“Oh, fuck!” you cried. Your lower body created the knot signaling your release and pulled it loose all at once, giving you no warning before you let go. Your orgasm riddled you defenseless and ripped a strangled shout from your throat, and it propelled Sam forward like nothing else had before.

He moaned deeply against your neck while he pumped you through your orgasm, chasing his own, which wasn’t far behind. His head lifted just inches from your own as he started to huff and puff, cheeks painted vermillion and eyes rimmed with something almost animalistic it drove you wild. Groans racked his body and he gave just a couple more deep, soul-reaching thrusts before pulling out with every ounce of self-restraint he had. He came just in time across your heaving stomach, eyes fluttering closed so gracefully you swore he was prettier than any famous artwork or statue you had ever seen.

Sam collapsed on top of you, resting himself between your legs, and nuzzled his face in the valley of your breasts. Your fingers feebly carded through his hair, which sent a racing shiver down his spine, and looked down to grab one of his hands and interlace your fingers with his.

Oh, what a night this had been. Perhaps you liked when Sam became jealous.

[lilyfreshwater]

its been bugging me for a while that no one seems to point out how sorta weird and uncomfortable jack and wilburs relationship is. the age gap (jack having known wilbur since he was 16) and power imbalance (jack starting out as a fan and then as a mod for wilbur) combined with the flirty jokes and the knowledge that they've kissed each other while drunk (wilbur kissed jacks hand i think? they mentioned this once on a stream like 9 months ago so dont quote me on this) ... im not saying theres anything inherently wrong with their friendship or any of the things ive mentioned but when you compare it with wilburs history with being weird around his minor/barely legal friends it paints a bit of an uncomfortable picture

couple things, first of all, jack is an incredibly mature guy for his age, so i wouldn't necessarily worry about him in this situation. also, although their friendship may have started off as a "power imbalance," ive heard jack talk about their early friendship before and it doesn't seem like he ever felt that way. and any feelings of being a fan that were there before definitely aren't there now. secondly, kissing someone on the hand as a joke when you're drunk is different than actually kissing them, so i wouldn't take this that seriously. i understand your concerns, but wilbur's just notoriously immature for his age. yeah it's kind of weird, but more than likely the least of our worries

[modern-vellichor]

In Her Blood; Three

Summary: Steve's birthday gives plenty opportunity to play your little game. Bridges are being rebuilt between you and Steve when Sarah doesnt come home.

Pairing: DadsBestFriend!Bucky x Reader, Sam x Steve

Warnings: smoking, angst, drinking, alcohol use (not abuse), uncomfortable family dynamic, age gap relationship.

Previous Chapter || Masterlist

Sam, Sarah and Bucky are all standing around the kitchen counter, Steve is blowing out candles on a birthday cake.

You shoulder through the front door, carrying a large cardboard box on your hip. You place it on the counter in front of Steve, and you smile.

"happy birthday, Steve-o"

He looks a little confused at first, he's wary opening the box. He's faced with oil paints and synthetic brushes, canvases and a mole skin sketchbook.

"were these spare from school?", he asks her, trailing his finger down the spine of his notebook.

"nope, bought them in my supply shop before I flew back, been hiding it in my trunk", she smiles, sitting herself in the stool beside Bucky.

"well", he says, surprised. "Thank you"

You shoot him a kind smile and turn to Sarah as she explains the plans for the night; "we're going to a new place, it should be nice and quiet considering it is the fourth of July"

The next time you're all together, Sam and Steve are clad in suits and you and Sarah are tugging dresses along behind you. You climb into your car and shout to Sarah through an open window.

"I'll pick up Barnes and follow yall there, wait for us outside!"

She throws you a thumbs up and you pull up outside of Bucky's house, honking your horn.

When he opens his door you have to hurriedly pick your jaw from the floor before he slides in next to you, his suit hugging every muscle perfectly.

You throw a pack of Marlboro Golds at him and he knows what to do. Lighting one between his teeth, he passes it to your lips. You nod in thanks, and then he drops his hand to your thigh, giving it a light squeeze. Your breath catches in your throat.

It isn't long before you're parking on the curb next to your family and throwing your butt out the window. Bucky is opening your door and offering his hand before you even have your belt unplugged. You take his hand and graciously step into the humid summer night.

The bar is quaint, dimly lit. Your dress shimmers in the flickering candle light, warm and homely. Bucky's hand stays on the small of your back, rubbing hot circles on exposed skin.

You and Bucky are the last to slot into the curved bench around a large table, you only have to step over Bucky to escape, but he's got you trapped, right where he wants you.

You all drink the night away slowly, whiskeys and Manhattan's, a cranberry vodka soda for you, a dangerous drink.

Bucky's hand stays on your thigh the whole night, hidden under the table, the slit in your dress the perfect place to slip his hand to bare flesh.

It's just gone midnight when Sam and Steve are sauntering onto the dancefloor and swaying in eachothers arms.

Bucky turns to you with a mischievous grin and an outstretched hand, "would you like to dance, doll?", his tone mocks innocence and sincerity, enough so Sarah isn't suspicious of your secret rendezvous.

Your smile is equally as devilish, you take his hand, "Actually, I would"

He smirks as he leads you to the floor by the hand, its terribly intimate and the risk of being caught looms dangerously close, neither of your care. He spins and dips you, holding you close to him. You catch Sam's eye and he winks at you with a joking smile, you throw a thumbs up behind Bucky's back and smile.

"they're so clueless", you whisper into his ear, breath tickling his neck as you nibble at his earlobe.

"kitten", he growls, "stop that"

"you're so scary", you mock, but you stop nonetheless, parting from him and dragging him to the bar and then outside.

You hold your cigarette between your fingers and your glass is hanging lazy from your other grip. Bucky stands behind you, chin on your shoulder and arms iron-tight around your waist.

When you bring the smoke to your lips he allows you a long pull before taking it from you, placing it loosely between his oh-so-kissable lips.

He takes a drag for himself and then presses his lips to yours, sticky smoke fills your lungs and you smile, he pulls away and you blow a cloud in his face with a giggle.

Bucky and Steve are driving everyone home, their tolerance higher than everyone else's, and Sarah too tired to drive.

You rest your hand on Bucky's thigh as he pulls into your driveway, you're leaning on him as he walks you to your room. He's tucking you into bed and you're pulling him in next to you. He lays in your arms for a moment before he's making for the door. You let out a disappointed whine, but you stop at the click of a lock. You smile as he slips under the covers next to you. You press sweet kisses to his lips, tangled in each others arms.

He slips into the guest bedroom while you're still asleep. You and Sarah are the only two awake early the next morning, Steve already out for his run.

"god is real", you giggle into your coffee mug.

Sarah smiles back at you, she sees your stupid grin and blushing cheeks, "really?", she presses.

"he was sleeping in my bed night. God in jeans", you grin, sipping your strong coffee.

Steve comes in then, pouring himself a cup, you and Sarah stop talking.

"morning girls", you both mumble back a 'mornin'.

That afternoon, the five of you all gathered in the living room, Sarah excuses herself.

"I'm going out with Nate"

You all smile at her and wish get goodbye. Then you turn to your parents confused. Your head is resting on the armrest while your legs are thrown over Bucky's lap.

"who the fuck is Nate?", you question.

"language", Steve mumbles, not looking up from his fresh sketchbook.

"Nate is her boyfriend", Sam explains, you smile knowingly, shooting Bucky a discreet wink.

The day passes lazily, and soon you and Steve are the only ones awake. You stroll into the living room where he is sat, reading some old book.

"Sarah not home yet?", you ask as you make yourself comfortable in the armchair.

"no, not yet?"

It's already late, and so you turn to him. "why dont you go to bed, I'll wait up for Sarah"

"no it's okay, I'll stay up, why dont you get some sleep"

"I'll keep you company"

Its oddly comfortable, the two of you cozy in armchairs and warm lighting. You're curled up in a blanket, typing away on your laptop, Steve sprawled out across the room with his book.

The night rolls on and you both grow more worried.

"should we call the police?", he says, his back is straight, he's anxious.

"no", you say softly.

"arent the first 24 hours the most crucial in missing persons cases?", he stresses.

"that's missing children, Dad. She's almost nineteen", you both pause, that's the first time you've called him Dad since you turned 16. "if she's not hone by morning we'll call the police, and then we'll round up a gang and go looking"

You shut your laptop and settle next to him, you throw you arm over his broad shoulders and comfort him. Eventually the two of you fall asleep.

You're startled awake he next morning by the sound of the door opening, you both scramble up, expecting Sarah. Instead you find Sam and Bucky.

"is Sarah home?", you question, still groggy. Bucky smiles at your sleepy form.

But Sam looks worried, "I dont know, why?"

You shoot Steve an anxious look and bolt up the stairs, you find her bedroom empty, and jump back down the stairs. "she didnt come home last night"

At that moment, Sarah bustles in. Her makeup is smudged and her clothes wrinkled, dark circles prominent under her eyes. You and Steve's demeanors immediately change to angry and defensive.

"where we're you?", you say simultaneously.

"out with Nate, I told you"

You and Steve glance at each other before he's ordering Sarah into the kitchen. You follow after Steve, Sam leads Bucky away into the living room, distracting him.

You have always been able to tell you were Steve's daughter. You both tower over Sarah as she rubs her temple. You hold yourselves with the same power, the same dominance. Bucky and Sam watch discreetly from the hall, and Bucky cant deny the similarities.

When you talk you use the same rough tone, "where the fuck were you?", "what were you thinking?", "we were gonna call the cops, do you know how worried we were?". Its biting and cold, you're both furious.

"you would never do this if Y/N disappeared for a night", she snaps. You both freeze, Steve straightens up, you're shocked into silence.

"Y/N knows how to hold her own. Y/N is an adult, I trust Y/N to ge safe, and to keep herself safe incase anything were to happen", he states, tone unnervingly even and monotone.

"I'm an adult too", she whines.

"You're not even nineteen, Sarah", you snap. "We still have to order you coke and chips whenever we go out, you may be a legal adult but you sure as hell don't act like one"

At that Sarah storms up the stairs and slams her door. You and Steve sigh as Bucky and Sam amble into the kitchen. Steve pours everyone a cup of coffee, you all sit in comfortable silence.

"Hey, what if we all go up to the lake, its perfect this time round, I'm sure we can all fit in the cabin", Steve says after a while. You all nod in agreement, Sam starts up the stairs to tell Sarah.

"wha'd'ya think, Y/N?", Steve smiles, all of a sudden shy. He's not used to being so soft with you, the two of you hadn't properly gotten along since you were 14, and here you were, together, close.

"I'll start packing", you smile.

@vicmc624 @adriannajackson @zizzlekwum @chipilerendi @madaroni37

[arabella111]

What do I do if my sp and I have an age gap? I'm scared he might reject me cause of that cause society is sick in the head and they throw malicious titles on couples with age gaps and I only care about how he will see us but I dont want him to listen to those other idiots. We only have 9 years and yes I'm legal but im still worried.

assume nobody dares to point a finger against you two!

[fruityutas]

a flower for your thoughts?

flowershop owner!johnny x gn!reader

genre ~ heart wrenching fluff!

not proofread

also! credit to my beautiful moot @jenojam for this idea!! MWAH ILY BBY

synopsis ~ johnny owns a quaint flower shop in a small town, and you just happen to choose a different route to school one day and pass by, catching his attention

warnings ~ age gap(? its only 6 yrs and the reader is legal)

note ~ i used some descriptive words for the readers features, but i still kept them gender neutral (as possible) if you think otherwise, let me know! i’m always here for constructive criticism (now that doesn’t mean yell at me in my asks box, please dont do that i will cry)💖

the flower shop never got busy enough to forget anyone’s face, but johnny didn’t mind. he loved seeing the same faces day in and day out. the sweet old man with a dedication to bring his wife flowers every week, the young woman who buys her daughter peonies every month, or the couple that come in every other week to ‘surprise’ the other even though they know each of them has been here. what johnny did every day was expected, a routine of sorts. but today was different. you passed by his shop, walking at a leisurely pace. johnny was enamored by your simple beauty. your hair looked as soft as a cloud and your face held the most gorgeous smile. ‘wow they’re beautiful’ johnny stared as you passed by, unable to even close his mouth as he snipped the flower stems. the sweet scent you left behind lulled him further into his trance. the next day johnny was expecting the same old things to happen, and they did, until you walked by yet again. this time, though, you stopped in front of the shop and went in. a soft smile graced your features as you looked at all the arrangements. “do you do all these yourself?” you startled johnny momentarily. “oh, uh yes, i do everything you see here. are you looking for anything specific? i can have it done within the hour.” you shook your head “ah~ no. im just looking around places i’ve never been to before. this is a quaint shop you have!” johnny’s face lit up in a gorgeous smile, and you blushed while glancing away. he turned towards a row of flowers, before turning back to you and handing you a beautiful red flower. “oh? what kind is this?” you ask while taking the flower to smell it. “ it’s an amaryllis, smells nice doesn’t it?” “it smells divine, how much is it?” you pull your wallet out to pay, but johnny stops you. “no no, this one’s on me.” your eyes widened. “are you sure? i dont mind, really.” johnny smiled even wider at you. “well you can pay by telling me your name?” you blushed and mumbled your name to him. “ahh what a beautiful name for an equally beautiful person. you should stop by more often, ya’know.” “hmm, i think i will. i have to get going now, though.” the door to the shop jingled a sweet tune as you left. johnny only knew your name and he was already in deep.

you kept your promise and came the next day, smiling brighter than before as you walked in. “hello again! i never got your name by the way, thats a little unfair huh?” you joked lightly with him. “mm you’re right. my name’s johnny.” you shook his large hand and leaned against the counter. “so flowers? what compelled you to own a flower shop, johnny?” he blushed and chuckled. “well my mother owned this shop, actually. but she’s getting a little old so i took over for her.” “oh my, you’re such a great son! but if you dont mind, if she’s getting old how old are you?” “a curious one, aren’t you? i turned 25 this year, im getting a little old myself huh?” a look of shock graced your features for just a second before returning to normal. “of course not! you’re not that far off from me anyway.” “oh? well how old are you?” “nineteen last month, actually.” johnny stopped for a second, looking at you with all seriousness. “so you dont mind me hitting on you? i’ll stop if you dont like it.” you giggled while playing with a few loose strands of johnny’s hair. “i dont mind, its really not that much, plus i’m an adult that can make my own decisions.” he laughs and gets up, walking towards a group of flowers. “a flower for your thoughts?” he gives you the carnation while smiling. “hmm i think your really sweet, johnny.” his thoughts ran wild, all of them about you. he adored the way his name sounded from your mouth. you gave him a hug as you left the shop, the jingle of the bell sounding somehow prettier in your presence. johnny was whipped.

this continued on for weeks, each day a different flower, all with meanings that you didn’t know. until one day you walk in much later than usual, an angry look on your face. “good morning, beautiful. whats wrong?” his voice was laced with worry. “we’re you ever gonna tell me these flowers had meaning?” johnny stumbled over his words, trying to explain that he thought you knew, when you giggled. “i’m just joking, johnny. i think its sweet you gave me all these flowers.” he breathes a sigh of relief and leans over the counter, hiding his face. “i really thought you were mad at me.” he pouted. “i am kinda mad you still haven’t asked me out.” his head snapped up, a look of surprise on his face. “i- would you like to be my girlfriend, y/n?” you walked up to him and pressed a sweet peck to his lips. “of course i would, you airhead.” he lifts you into a bear hug and presses kisses all over your face before ending on your lips. “we should go on an actual date huh?” he asked while putting you down. you intertwined your hands and looked up at him. “i’m free today?” “perfect, how about lunch?” “sounds good to me.” as johnny locked up the shop, he never felt happier than he did now.

[ao3feed-larry]

Houdini Dreams

by Larry_Fly_Home

"You came four times on my sixteenth," Harry counters, and Louis rolls his eyes, cheeks red with fondness. "That's because it was our first time shagging. And we drew it out all day," Harry pouts and runs his hand through his messy hair, eyes wide and wet.

or, the one where Harry is young and reckless and in love, and Louis is older and worried and just as in love as Harry is. They have a dog called Tina and she's only mentioned like, three times.

Words: 4130, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, yay finally it's just Larry and not a whole other set of people too lmao

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: erm, okay so, Bottom Harry, Recreational Drug Use (mentioned like), um top Louis even tho im sure i dont have to tag that at this point lollll, Hurt/Comfort, ?? - Freeform, reverse cowgirl sex position ??, is there not a tag for that, Harry's a baby, he's 17, OH YEH THERE'S A MIGHTY AGE GAP WOP, harry is 17 and Louis is 28 :), SO, Baby Harry, Quite Literally, I wont tag underage because 16 is legal for me, sorry if that is inconvenient :), Um what else, oh yeah, Harry sucks Louis' cock, and I think, Come Swallowing, Oh god, in the beginning i go on and on about the age gap, insert eye roll emoji, Codependency, oh yeahhh, Louis comes twice and he's exhausted afterward because he's a grandpa okay thanks, Anal Sex, Fluffy Ending, Fluff, Porn with Feelings, this is a lot of tags wtf, Oh, Couch Sex

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[rockets-and-raccoons]

My mum knew when I was really young that I wasnt straight. Not that she consciously recognised it. I was the child she constantly told that love was love. I could love whoever I wanted and that was okay. I was the child that was constantly told by my parents that gays deserved rights and that they would always love me no matter what. I was the child they excitedly told when gay marriage finally became legal.

I grew up repressed with severe internalized homophobia issues. To the point where to this day I still severely struggle with it.

My grandad doesnt believe in gay rights. He thinks it's a phase. That these people are ill. The village I grew up in was very Christian. Being gay was wrong. It was disgusting. Gay people needed serious mental help (ironically half the people my age that grew up there have turned out to be part of the lgbtq+ community).

I went to high school in the neighbouring city. Where everyone around me talked about how disgusting being gay is. The fear of a gay person in the changing rooms was talking about constantly. Gay adoption and marriage was considered wrong. Liking people of the same sex was considered disgusting and uncomfortable.

I was terrified everytime I had to get changed for pe. I was terrified to just look at other girls. And it didnt help that the majority of my friends were boys. I didnt spend much time with girls. The one girl I was good friends with- was suddenly the source of rumours. Everyone at school knew before I did. Talked about if before I accepted it.

She's gay.

I denied it. I didn't believe I was for a second. Did everything I possibly could to prove I wasn't. And yet for my last 2 years at school everyone made jokes about my sexuality. Told me I was gay and in love with my friend. (Maybe I was. Maybe I wasn't. I refused to process my emotions properly back then.) They joked about how I was only straight until I was horny. That I was so obviously gay. But it was a joke. A mocking thing that made me feel so horrific that I did awful, horrific things to prove everyone wrong. Things I have to live with, that i hate myself for. Just becaus every time someone suggested I might be gay, all I could think of was 'it's so wrong.' 'Its disgusting' 'its cruel to children to be raised by gay parents' '1 in 5 people are gay, I sure as hell hope it's never going to be me' 'nobody wants to be gay, it's an illness.' 'I cant be around gay people, they make me uncomfortable' 'they'll stare at you in the changing rooms' 'they'll force themselves on you'

I still cant share a bed with another girl without being terrified. I cant be in the same room as another woman getting changed - I havent had to deal with PE in a decade. Havent heard those whispers in a decade.

Every time I become friends with another girl I'm terrified of what will happen when they find out I'm gay. I can't connect with them properly.

And sometimes. Sometimes I just truly hate myself. I hate the fact I find women attractive. That I'd rather spend the rest of my life with a woman rather than a man. Sometimes, often, I still find that disgust curling up in my stomach.

It doesnt matter that I dont live there anymore. That I now live somewhere so open and so easy to accept everyone and anyone. It doesnt matter that I've admitted it to myself, my family, and my friends. That I tell people so easily, I'm gay.

I'm still terrified of what would happen if people from my home found out. I still hear their conversations. Their mocking words. I still feel the effects of their homophobia. And sometimes I still wish I could pretend I was straight.

I was lucky to be born into such an open and accepting family. But by god, I wish I'd been brought up where I live now. I wish I didnt lie in bed hating myself so much at times. I wish I could be at peace with who I am. Rather than wishing I could go back in time and somehow change myself.

I remember telling my mum I was gay, and her not understanding why I was so distraught. Because 'you should know by now I love you no matter what' - and I didnt know how to tell her society, my friends, our community, were all going to despise me. Hate me. Tell me I told you so. I told my dad minutes after he said he wished his daughters were gay bc he hated dealing with the heterosexual drama and boyfriends. He couldn't understand why I was crying, because he wanted gay children. He had told me my whole life he would always love me no matter what. I was free to love whoever I wanted. And I didnt know how to tell him the world made me feel like I was disgusting and wrong and my existence was even worse than that of rapists.

And my grandpa, who I dont get on with, who doesnt really like me, who I was sure hated the gay community (and he has since admitted that if it was years prior he would have disowned me over sexuality) emailed me to tell me he was proud of me, that being gay wasnt wrong and he had been wrong about how he felt about the lgbtq+ community.

My grandad still thinks I'm going through a phase.

My best friend came out to me in tears, telling me he wished he had known we were both struggling, so we could have at least had each other.

When I finally told my other friends. There was no 'I told you so's' suddenly talking about sexuality wasnt a thing. It was a taboo topic nobody wanted to deal with. The girl everyone joked I was in love with, slowly disappeared from my life.

It's funny until it's true. And that's when you really realise the jokes were really, truly jokes. They didnt believe what they were saying. They just enjoyed the rise they got out of you.

And when I think about being a teenager. Despite the fact its ten years long. The only thing I can truly remember is the internal and external homophobia. Everything else feels hazy. The good times. The bad. It's all a fog that's over-taken by the self-loathing that I still carry.

I wish I could tell my teenage self that it gets better.

I wish my parents would believe me when I tell them I dont blame them for living where they did. We couldn't afford to move. They loved me, they love me, and that's what matters.

I wish I hadnt spent so long chanting 'I'm not gay' before bed. Because I knew from the age of 13, and spent the rest of my teen years in denial. Telling myself I was wrong.

But then I see my sister. My sister who is 10 years younger than me. Who had a big sister come out when she was just 8 years old (I came out at 18, yet spent a further 2 years trying to prove I wasnt. I came out too early. But I figured myself out. Accepted myself more, with the help of my family, and my best friend). She has grown up with more progressive media. Has moved to a more progressive place. Hell, her school has an lgbtq+ club. She has one (1) straight friend. She came out as bisexual at 12. But the older shes getting she thinks that her male crushes were caused by heteronormality and she thinks she might be gay. And shes open. Shes proud. Shes unapologetic in who and what she is.

I think about my self hatred. My self-loathing. About my internalised homophobia. I think of every night I spent lying in bed thinking 'One in five people is gay, it's not me. It won't be me. I'm not gay.' And I look at my little, wonderfully, unapologetically herself, little sister. And I think, that every struggle I've ever been through is worth it. If she gets to feel proud of herself because I've come out. Because my parents had to move bc of me. Because I've done everything I can to support her. To love her. To pretend to love myself for who I am in front of her.

Every day I struggle, I think to myself she doesnt have to. I'm one of the last millennials. She's gen z. And shes not my kid. But theres such a large age gap that I feel that generational difference. And I can't have children of my own. And suddenly, I find myself understand what my parents mean when they say that their suffering was worth it whenever they see us gain something out of it. Making things easier for someone you love, for someone so young, it makes it almost feel like it was worth it.

That trauma is going to stay with me. But my coming out too early, is what had my sister questioning her own sexuality. And it happened early enough in her life. She was questioning it before she hit her teens. She told me she knew she liked girls before she hit ten. But she wasnt too sure what that meant. And she wa worried because biphobia in our family is bad. But the we moved away. And she was watching adventure time and steven universe. And I was suddenly openly accepting myself and flirting with girls. And making jokes about my sexuality. And she came out. So young. So proud. And my parents were accepting of her bisexuality (albeit worried about how the rest of the family would react). And I did what I could to support her. Buying badges and flags and taking her to pride. And now shes come out as fully gay and I'm so happy and hoe safe she felt her journey has been. That at 15 she isnt scared to tell her friends (and they're not afraid to tell her). At 15 she might actually have a girlfriend. And shes been to pride. Goes to pride.

And I am so, so proud of her.

I would love to go back in time and tell myself that it's okay to accept who I am. But I cant.

But my sister grew up knowing it was okay to accept who she was. And my coming out helped my best friend accept who he was.

I didnt have any lgbtq+ friends growing up (that I knew about). There were no clubs. No tv shows. My only support was my mum and my dad.

My sister has a club. She has our family. Her friends. Her school (no awful changing room comments. No snide remarks) She has an open and accepting community. I feel so relieved that she'll (hopefully, pls universe, be kind to her) never have the same experiences I did.