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mercurygguk · 1 year

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risque jk mind telling us about that time u made oc squirt? 🤨 what else u keeping from us? 🤨🤨

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pairing; risqué!jungkook x risqué!oc

genre; smut

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[23:17 PM] “you take my fingers so fucking well, baby–”

jungkook growls these words right next to your ear, watching how your pussy swallows his fingers for every pump of them, your arousal coating his digits in shimmering wetness. your back is arching off his chest, lips parted in silent cries of pleasure, chest heaving in short puffs of air as you fight to catch your breath.

the tightened string in your abdomen is about to break within you for the fourth time tonight, jungkook can tell from the way your walls tighten around his fingers as he buries them deeply in you, your hips bucking as they chase your orgasm.

“look at you,” he chuckles softly, lips brushing your temple, “such a good girl… letting me fuck you with my fingers like this.”

your moans and whimpers of pleasure fill the room, your hands tightly fisting the sheets as you feel yourself nearing euphoria with the same force as a tsunami wave.

“kook-“ you whimper his name.

“yeah, baby?”

your head falls back into the hard panes of his chest, his heart hammering in its cage underneath you. he curls his fingers within you, brushing that spot you love so much.

“please- kook,” you cry, the hints of tears in your eyes. “please, i need it-“

jungkook’s lips curl into a soft smirk as he notices how your fists tighten around the sheets, gripping onto them for dear life as he hand moves at an inhuman speed, fingers continuously adding pressure to that specific spot that always causes you to see stars. your jaw falls open as your orgasm sneaks up on you.

“wanna come, hm? wanna come around my fingers like a good fucking girl?” he grits the words out.

you nod vigorously, your legs tensing and trying to close around his hand between them. he hums in disapproval, his free hand grabbing a hold of your leg by the crook of your knee. he spreads your legs further apart, keeping them spread as he finger fucks you, bring you closer and closer to the edge.

“use your words.”

your squirm in his hold, the feeling of the string within you about to snap too overwhelming, your clit overly sensitive from your previous orgasms not too long ago.

“tell me what you need, ____.”

“i need to come!” the words burst from your lips, hanging in the air as you whimper and moan, tears rolling down your cheeks due to the pain and pleasure of being stimulated so many times in just one night. “wanna c-come so fucking bad- please, jungkook!”

your instant begging causes jungkook to growl against the shell of your ear, jaw falling slack as he watches your hips bucking as the orgasm reaches you.

“let go, baby- come for me,” he tells you, the guttural moan you instantly let out going straight to his cock, the blood rushing to the head and making his hard on so painful he might start crying himself.

you come around his fingers, a row of ‘fuck’ and ‘ohmygod’ leaving your lips in a rushed tone as you let go, letting the orgasm wash over you in tidal waves. the release you feel is intense, unfamiliar yet so fucking good you blackout for a brief moment. jungkook fingers you through your orgasms, eyes widened in surprise as he watches the wetness squirt from your pussy, soaking his sheets.

“fuck, baby-“ he mutters the words, sounding out of breath as he leaves a kiss on your bare shoulder. you’re heaving for air, trying to catch your breath as you fall limp against his chest, head lying on his shoulder. “my pretty, beautiful girl… you just squirted all over my sheets.”

“what- i don’t…” you try to lift your head to see what he’s talking about but you’re too spent to even do that, dropping your head back to rest on his shoulder. jungkook’s palms are sliding over your thighs in comforting strokes as he waits patiently for you to return to your senses, leaving kisses on your shoulder and neck. he can’t help but smile against your skin, feeling pride in his chest as he stares at the wet spot on his silk sheets, unable to get the image of you orgasming and a squirting out of his head.

half an hour later of cuddles and comforting praises, jungkook returns to the bedroom after cleaning you up with a damp towel. he helps you into one of his oversized t-shirts before lifting you of the bed, carrying you bridal style out of the his bedroom and into the guest room across the hall.

“i didn’t know i could do that,” you tell him, the faint hints of surprise evident in your voice.

jungkook chuckles softly, “well, apparently you can.”

you’re still pretty worn out, eyes tired and droopy as he places you on the bed. he leans over you, kissing your lips softly a few times before standing up again. he’s about to leave the room and go fix his sheets but he never makes it far before you’re grabbing a hold of his hand. he glances at you, smiling softly when you tug at his hand.

“stay,” you mumble, sleep laced in your voice. “we can fix the sheets tomorrow.”

jungkook doesn’t need further persuasion, forgetting all about the sheets as he crawls into bed with you. you let out a satisfied hum as you cuddle up against him, burying your face in the crook of his neck as you throw a leg over his. jungkook can’t help but grin softly as you cling to him, your soft snores filling the air before he can tell you goodnight.

“goodnight, baby.”

he wraps his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before closing his own eyes and dozing off into a deep slumber, explicit images of you on his mind.

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carlyraejepsans · 2 months

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age gaps ARE hot and everytime an girl older than me on here is nice i get really flustered a post a day keeps the haters away keep posting ❗❗ 👍👍👍👍

you'd think people from the minority with a specific slang word for "young, skinny, clean-shaven effeminate man" would be a little less clueless about this stuff, but you know... gay terminology only exists for online jokes right? LOL

anyway 🤝 all of you. I've been the personification of "stacy's mom" from age 16 onwards. not my fault all my friends' moms are baddies ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

#''saying you like milfs isn't the same as saying you like age gaps'' I'm 20 bbygirl. it's kind of implied.#answered asks

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prettyboykatsuki · 1 year

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malice of a pretty face | scaramouche (wanderer)

✮ tags ; adapted from genshin canon but not genshin canon, gn!reader, forced marriage but they ally together, role reversal, scaramouche is called bride mostly jokingly, physically smaller than reader, reader has a female concubine in their bed and kisses them / had sex w them, reader is a tyrant ruler type, age gap (scara is 20 ish and reader is like 28), opium usage, raiden shogun is scara's mother who sold him out, political affairs, handjobs + making out 18+

✮ wc ; 3.4k

✮ a/n ; what if i want to be the tyrant emperor for a change huh. what then. also scaramouche is called bride but gender and stuff is whatever in this universe.

some background, this is not genshin techincally. its like adapted to be a royalty au. reader is a recent ruler of their homeland. scaramouche is a raidens son. he didn't get a lot of choice in coming but he has no political power in his homeland

(this is a rewrite of a concept i posted a while ago but i cant find the ask where someone tells me to expand so hope this finds u anon

✮ synopsis ; your "bride" hails from inazuma and comes to you dressed in white, with eyes full of lightning.

A knock on your door snaps you out of your pointless thinking. Your close companion and Royal Advisor clears his throat before addressing you.

“Your bride has been prepared for you,”

“Come in.”

The brown door creaks as it opens, the gold embellishments on either side catching light. The hallway behind is empy but bright. Your advisor stands behind your esteemed guest with a look of mild exasperation. Subtle as it may be, it makes the corner of your lip quirk in amusement. At the door is your betrothed.

Your bride comes to you wrapped in white.

“I’ll leave you too it,” Says your advisor, code for please get along that has you nodding your head. You hum quietly, waving him away. He sighs as he shuts the door, leaving your guest standing at the door awkwardly.

As the rumors have said so many times over, the Raiden Shoguns only heir is strikingly beautiful. Pale thing he is, white as a porcelain doll and nearly half your size. Even in the lowlights of your bedroom, the blurriness of candlelight, you can see the sharpness of his eyes. A signature purple, the color of royalty and trademark of the Inazuman dynasty and bloodline.

For a peace offering, he reeks of defiance. Just standing there with his arms crossed, fists clenched and jaw tight. He looks like he wants to burn the entire palace to the ground where he stands. You’re sure if you picked him apart enough he’d tell you just that. Intel tells you he’s easy to provoke, and for a Prince of his nation - he’s quite the fighter too.

You aren’t sure how much he knows of this by now. Or if he knows that you’ve learned all sorts of things about him.

Most of all, he’s intriguing. Beautiful but prickly and poisonous. You’re captivated by how much he seethes. You tilt your head as your leg up, your back against the wall. You glance briefly at the concubine asleep in your bed, back exposed. Your robe is half-fallen over your shoulder, the bandaging on your chest and shoulder visible.

You take a long inhale of the pipe resting on your bed, lungs filling with opium before you push it. Another cloud of smoke fills the room, relief in your back as you exhale. You tilt your head at him.

“Will you stand there the whole time?” You ask placidly. It angers him even more for a reason you’re unable to discern.

“Why would I get near a belligerent tyrant like you?”

You chuckle. Despite himself, there’s a tinge of anxiety to his protesting. He’s young and on guard. You’re sure your reputation with the Royal Harem has served you no favors, so he must think you’re going to pounce on him.

You shake your head.

“I like to sedate my prey before I eat it. I won’t lay a hand on you.”

Surprised by your deduction, a flush draws on his features. You smile wispily, before another thought crosses your mind. His name dawns on you, Scaramouche you think it was.

“Ah, or is it this that’s troubling you?” You say, gesture vaguely to the naked person in your bed laying comfortably “Should I send her away before we speak?”

Your conversation stirs her. Scaramouche stares on. Instead you glance at the woman before you as she wakes, turning to her side. Barren skin save for jewelry, she runs her hands through her hair as she yawns.

“Oh, Your Highness. Already another round? I hardly got any rest.” She pouts. Her behavior is amusing to you always.

“Not today. My spouse has come to visit, so I’m sending you back to your chambers.” You say smoothly. She pouts, sitting up. The sheets that covered her so thinly have fallen, revealing the rest of her. A set of gold anklets that match with gold necklaces and gold bracelet. She sits up on her knees and wraps her around your neck.

“How cruel,” She whines, rubbing herself against you “How could you abandon when you favor me so much, hm?”

“You’re quite clever aren’t you? Trying to seduce me in front of my lover, and all?”

She pulls back to giggle.

“So you’ve seen through me. I don’t care for being sent away, you know?”

“What would you like as reconciliation?” You say.

“A kiss goodbye,” She replies easily. This time you look to Scaramouche. His face is burning red.

“Is it alright with you?”

He scoffs “As if it matters what I think.”

“I’ve asked you haven’t I?”

“Do as you please.”

You laugh. He says as much but he can't help but stare. He looks embarrassed, albeit you can’t imagine which thing is troubling him so much. It’s entertaining.

You kiss her goodbye as she’s asked, though you know what type of kiss she’s asking for. A deep kiss, the kind where you have to hold her by the nape of her neck. Salacious in nature, where she squirms and holds the front of your robe. You pull away with a laugh, rubbing her lower lip.

“Send my regards to everyone. It might be some time before I visit again.”

“How heartbreaking. I’ll do as you wish, Your Highness.” She stands to her feet, pulling herself out of bed and putting on the clothes left on the floor with a sigh. Her feet pad against the marble floor as she walks away.

She stops to look at Scaramouche before leaving, bowing her head in respect before standing back. She whispers something to him (that turns his face into a blushing mess once more) before patting him on the shoulder gently.

“I’m off,” She says, waving a hand but not looking back. The door clicks back shut a second time, leaving the two of you alone in silence. You take another drag from your pipe.

“Come. Sit.”

He does as you ask this time, stomping with a characteristic frustration that you stop to laugh at internally. He sits on the corner of your mattress, legs crossed. You get to see him up close this time. What delicate features he has, he couldn’t be any older than 21. The white silks he’s dressed in are fine. A thin, lace collar goes up to his throat. A skirt with high slits about the legs and lacy socks to cover the legs. He’s wearing something over it too, draped over his shoulders. You can see the cut-out of his chest. You only glance. Any longer than this and you’re sure he’ll protest.

“What troubles you, my bride?”

He grits his teeth.

“I’m no bride.”

“I know,” You say, without any hesitation “You’re the only filial son of the Great Raiden Shogun. I may be a tyrant, but I am no fool.”

This information surprises him. He wears his emotions on his face, as expected. He’s not gotten so far without being clever. The bounty on his head is insurmountable. There’s a tension in the room, an unspoken heaviness in the air. Quite a fragile thing he is.

“Then this, this marriage - it’s fraudulent isn’t it?” He says, angry. You hum.

“I knew before we wedded. Under the law of Tevyat and in the eyes of the Nation, you are my betrothed.”

He’s catching up to all that you know. You know it all. The rumors of the cold and unyielding Raiden Shogun. The desolate lands of Inazuma, the loss of childhood and the change in the young man. Rumors of the angry Crown Prince and his bleeding heart. How he was sacrificed for power to your hands, for the eternal vision of Inazuma.

Of course you know.

“Then why…if you know about me, then why?”

“The Raiden Shogun offered you to me to get in my good graces. There’s political fairs involved but the simply reason is because I wanted to. You’re easy on the eyes.”

He ignores your flirtatious comment as you expect.

“What are the political affairs?”

“Inazuma wishes to strengthen it’s naval army and a small nation requires resources. Since I’ve only just gained power after killing the Emperor, my position for the throne is destabilized and marriage was the best option to stabilize it again,” You explain, already bored just hearing yourself.

“We don’t gain anything from joining hands with Inazuma as it stands. And plenty of people have vouched desperately for my marriage. The simple answer is because an offer like the only child of the Raiden Shogun, who’s beauty is world-renowned is quite the tempting offer.”

He looks down, away from you and you resist your own laughter.

“I despise you,”

“I know that too. That pretty face of yours doesn’t leave much for imagination. What will you do my dear? Will you run? Cry? Scheme into driving a knife in my heart? Lure me into security and disappear?”

“...You’re personality is quite twisted.”

“I’m curious about the faces you make, that’s all. What will you do, how will you react, how you think. But I do not intend to make you miserable. There’s much to discuss,”

“....Why are you posing as if you’re kind?”

“A caged animal will lash out for it’s freedom,” You say, titting your head to one side “But a looked after one will never bite the hand that feeds.”

“Wouldn’t you be the one closer to an animal with your tendencies?”

“A beast, I hear so often. My point is the same. If I intend to make you even a begrudging ally, I’m not interested in angering you. Nor forcing myself upon you for that matter,” You add the last part intentionally.

“Disgusting,” He says, all while staring at the curve of your neck and your body “Really,”

“I do not intend to force you, but if you’re so against the idea - I think it’d only be fair I’m allowed to see my concubines. It’s your choice.”

He frowns at your explanation. You grin.

“Are you so troubled by it? Would you prefer I only long for you?”

“D-don’t word it like that.” He says, a shake in his voice. You hum, taking a long drag from your pipe.

“Maybe you’re the sentimental type? A lover from the homeland? Or perhaps, you’re just too inexperienced to be confident?”

You can see the exciting look on his face. That type of shame that very few nobles wear. Most of them degenerates, or liars. Prim and properly deceitful. You look at Scaramouche’s honest face and feel something between your legs. How much he wishes to admonish you, or even push you away but is all too curious to refuse. An expression like that is a jewel, a diamond waiting for polish.

You have to chip around it, bit by bit. Too much force and you’ll scratch his beautiful surface, you only pull at him gently. Tease him so tenderly he can’t scurry off.

“Shut up. You know nothing about me,”

“If you’re unsure, you can always try. I can teach you much easier than most,” You say. You wonder if he’ll call your bluff. But he doesn’t. He sits and folds his hands in your lap. He reminds you a bit of those Glaze Lily’s all the way from Liyue. Cold and blue and eye-catching.

Scaramouche does not call your bluff. He shifts to cover his legs and something is overwhelmed inside you. You hold your breath a little. So skittish.

“There’s nowhere for me to return to,” He says first, surprising you, a bitterness in his tone that pleases you “It’s not like I want to stay here or be your ally. But returning to a place that has discarded me is even more disgusting.”

“So we’re allies for now. Understood,” You say, glancing at him “Then, are you giving me permission to sleep with you?”

His eyes widen, face reddening to an impossible degree. A belly laugh leaves you. What a simple person in the end.

“You―W-we have to consummate the marriage, don’t we? A-and if I stay here, I’ll have power. Leaving it open means it’ll be nullified and―”

“You don’t need to explain yourself to me. If you feel too embarrassed about your desires, you may spread rumors about simply quelling my appetite,” You say with a mild expression, intending it with sincerity “It’d be a shame to do nothing when you’ve dressed up so nicely for your arrival. Come closer,”

Your comment must bother him, but he resigns himself. He does as he’s asked, slowly getting on his knees and crawling towards you. His eyes are erratic, skin flush. He’s simply sitting across from you and he can’t look at you directly. You’re a little astonished by the extent of his innocence, especially with all the violent rumors around him. You blow out the flame of your pipe, and lean to one side away from you.

Then you stretch your legs out, placing your hands gently on his waist so he doesn’t startle. You manuever so he’s stradling you, his knees on either side of your thigh. Looking at him closely is exciting. There’s makeup on his face. Crushed pink pigment smeared on his lip and smoothed with oil and eyes lined with something dark. You reach your hand up to cup his face, and he manages not to flinch.

Though you can hear his heart beat. It’s tremendously loud. Nervous.

“Relax, I won’t eat you, for now. I’ll take take responsibility. Have you kissed anyone?”

“S-so what if I haven’t?”

“We’ll start there. Close your eyes and follow me.”

He listens obediently again, closing his eyes. His hands are clenched over his knee. You grab them and let them rest over your shoulders before sneaking your hand to the side of his face. You lean in to kiss him gently, his skin soft. He smells like lavender and oats, the hairs on his nape brushing against your fingers delicately. His lips are soft as you start slowly, opening your mouth just a little. He learns quickly, following your actions without trying to take lead.

You pull away and do it again. Again and again and again until you’re used to the pace. You use your free hand to squeeze at his delicate waist, relishing in how easily he succumbs to the feelings. He lets out something like a moan that embarasses him near immediately as he pulls away. He’s clumsy but it’s cute, and makes you want to kiss him more.

He turns his head, using his wrist to cover his mouth which you grab swiftly. You grab his chin too, rubbing your thumb on his lip.

“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out,” You say, a little more eager than last. He makes a face but listens. You mimic him before kissing him one more time. The feeling of your tongue must surprise him. Either way, his body responds so beautiful. He nearly melts in your arms as you wrap them around his waist, fingers dancing to any bare skin you can. He makes a pretty, pitchy sound for you but doesn’t pull away this time.

When you stop kissing him, his face looks hazy. Frustrated, he almost goes to chase your mouth but stops himself. You smirk just barely, before busying your mouth on his chin. Open kisses trace his jaw as you lean into his pulse.

It beats under your teeth, his heart does, so red and so loud. For a minute you really do want to eat him alive, devour him in one swallow. But you restrain yourself from such desires, instead putting little marks on his body for tommorrow. So everyone knows not to say anything about his status. He can resent you later but for now, it’s a safety precaution.

He makes sounds like a melody, a string insturment in the warm sun. There’s something divinely beautiful about him. His body reacts to your simple touches, a shiver running up his spine as you kiss his neck and grope him lightly. It excites you, those innocent reactions. Makes something stir in your gut and grow hot between your legs.

You feel something shift underneath you. When you look, there’s something hard poking from his clothes. It makes a tent in the delicate fabric where he stands. You pull away just to stare at it, amused by how hard he is.

“Stop looking at it or I’ll gouge your eyes out,”

“It’s cute,” You say with conviction, wrapping your hands around the base with the fabric and squeezing the base “I should get to look,”

“W-what are you?”

“I’ll bet a stuck-up prince type like you didn’t get much education. There are more ways than one to feel pleasure than sticking it in. I’ll show you, so don’t run away,”

He doesn’t have the words to protest. He doesn’t refuse you, just watches through his hands. You rub him so slightly through the thin material. Can see it clear with your eyes adjusted. It fits easily in your palm, tip harsh pink and curved. You place your thumb over the tip, smearing the pre-cum leaking onto the fabric. He’s so sticky, so hard and hot in your palms.

“It’d be better if I touched you directly, but you’re cute like this. So lewd,”

He has nothing to say. A whine or protest gets cut short with a groan of pleasure. You laugh a little. You search the bed for a bottle of oil with your free hand. When you find it, you pull away and drip it into your hands.

“Hold this up for me.” You say softly. He hesitates but does, pulling the skirt up until his cock is visible. You rub the oil into your hands, warming it before wrapping around the shaft. The skin-to-skin proves to be a lot for him, his body already trembling though you’ve hardly touched him. He’s much heavier like this, His cock is smooth and he’s near hairless, You can see so much of him, the plane of his stomach and the musculature of his thighs.

He’s got lithe muscle, nothing too hard or too defined but there all the time. He’s got a dip in one of his hips and a mole that you’ll kiss some other time, just above where you’re touching. You wonder if there’s more. Once you have your way with him you’ll count.

You stroke him slowly and easily. Any more than this might be cruel since this much action seems to be too much. You watchi his expression as you build to a steady pace, paying special attention to the head. His expression is debauched. Inexperienced as you expected, but perhaps even more than that - sensitive. He’s throbbing against the curves of your roughened skin, gasping and holding hard onto your shoulder as he tries to keep himself tight in one place. You lean your head forward, kissing just under his pec.

“This is as far as I’ll go today. Cum for your beloved, hm? Show me your face?”

That seems to do it for him. The use of lover in such a context pushes him over the edge and it only takes two more strokes to spill into your fingers. Thick, hot ropes of cum makes a mess of your fingers as he ruts his cock into your palms chasing his high.

When he’s finished, he nearly collapses into your lap. It sedates all of his previous angers, something you note in the back of your mind.

You bring your hand up your mouth, tasting it. He gasps, scandalized.

“That’s dirty!”

“I’ve done worse. Besides it wasn’t bad. Hand me that,” You gesture. He tosses you the rag to wipe your hand with and you toss it in the basket at the end of your bed. Before he can push you away, you pull him into your arms and laydown.

“What are you doing?” He says, indignant.

“Holding you,” You say without blinking, looking down at him. You wrap your arms around his waist and let him cuddle into you “The concubines get angry if I don’t after,”

“...Don’t talk about them right now,”

You laugh “Right, sorry.”

“....What about me?”

You laugh a little at him pretending he isn’t worried.

“I know you said not to mention it but I’m all worn out for today. So get some sleep. I’ll have my Advisor prepare more in the morning but you should rest.”

“Ugh. Fine. If you insist,” He says, melting into you anyway. You laugh to yourself as he closes his eyes.

You’ve signed up for something fun.

#scaramouche x reader #scaramouche smut #genshim impact x reader #genshin impact smut #writing tag #wanderer x reader #wanderer smut #please read this i rlly like how it turned out sdjkdkfj #ask to tag #age gap cw #infidelity cw #cheating cw #<- its not cheating its like common in the time period but im tagging anyway #okay. going to disappear again after queueing a bit bc im supposed to be on hiatus till goj is finished

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kankuroplease · 3 months

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I would die to see riki and kakuzu showing each other actual direct affection via cuddling, hugging, holding hands etc

A good payday or near death experience (for Riki) would insure that level of tenderness ✨

#ask #my art #kpz naruto founder au #kpz firestorm 🔥#kakuzu #Kakuzu x Riki #OC: Riki Uchiha #tw age gap

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starry-bi-sky · 4 months

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Hello!! Question about clone^2, what are the styles of Danny and Damian? Like day to day stuff for example. Does Danny buy Damian the traditional 8 yr old clothes (dinosaurs with sunglasses tees, stuff like that) or does Damian already have a style he likes? And Danny! I know that Sam gives Danny various punk hairstyles and that he prefers gender neutral stuff but outside of that what would Danny wear in general?

You don’t have to answer of course, but I’ll give you a thank you in advance!

- kindest regards, Gas Can

I LOVE GETTING ASKS NO WORRIES MY GUY. AS MY FAVORITE SAYING GOES 'THE QUICKEST WAY TO STARRY'S HEART IS THROUGH HER ASK BOX'.

And I love this question, this is a good one!! If damian's 8 then he's been around the fenton house for about a year or so. I can't see baby dames ever willingly wearing traditional child-like clothes, at least not in the beginning when he first arrives at the Fenton house. Which he'd be around 6-7.

Danny tells him (with the help of google translate) that he's going shopping to buy him new clothes sometime during Damian's early stay since the little man had been wearing the same clothes he arrived in for a while (which you can find here with the reblog of the colored version) and honestly he probably asks damian if he wants to come along to pick something out. he doesn't know the kid's style and it might be a bad idea because damian might make a run for it, but danny's caught him before at this point.

(plus he'll need help carrying bags - his hands are freshly injured and still smarting. they're not as bad as they will be in the future, but hand injuries hurt. consider it repayment for being the cause of it, damian)

And early Damian would choose clothes that remind him most of the league - so dark colors, more formal styles, think like how you'd imagine his original template to dress like, if you will. Danny is side-eyeing him in judgy bewilderment, but says nothing other than to complain about the price tag. Of which Damian has no idea what he's saying. He'd stick with those clothes until he has his little moment with Danny in the OPS Center where he finally tells him he's a clone (even though Danny already knows) and that he doesn't want to go back. After that he'd reluctantly and steadily start branching out.

So eight year old Damian, whose begun to chill out more and act more like a child his age would? I don't think he'd ever wear graphic t-shirts about kids shows, but I can see him wearing graphic tees of like, animal facts on it, animals, stars, etc etc, and then plain shirts in a variety of increasing color. I have this mental image that Danny buys Damian one of those joke shirts that says "bro I'm 8" / "this is what an awesome eight year old looks like" (with two thumbs pointing at itself) and Damian wears it to school a week later. Damian's variety of shirts increases the more comfortable he gets and the more he comes into his own identity.

Damian also, steadily, keeps stealing Danny's flannels even if they're almost comically large on him. They're comfy and he's embracing his role as baby brother (and also he really looks up to him because he understands, to an extent, of what danny's done for him). Danny and the Fentons start buying Damian his own after a while because, well, he can't keep taking Danny's.

And Danny! I'm so glad you mentioned Danny, my favorite GNC boy. I keep forgetting myself sometimes that I gave him long hair, even if it is my favorite thing about him. And honestly? Danny doesn't really do much with his hair if Sam isn't styling it. He usually lets it stay down on his head, and then pulls it back into a ponytail or a half-ponytail at school depending on what he's doing (gym vs a test).

He keeps it in a ponytail as phantom to keep it out of his face, and then when he's working on a Ghost Case he sometimes has it up in a (messy™) bun because the feeling of having his hair on his neck when its in a ponytail drives him nuts, especially when sleep deprived. Sam teaches him how to braid it back into a simple braid and its become a new fidget for him to braid his hair and then unbraid it. It's easier to keep off his face than a ponytail, so he sometimes braids it back when he's sneaking out as phantom. It happens more often once he gets skilled at it.

And danny's style! I know you probably only meant his hairstyle, but I also wanna talk about his aesthetic! He doesn't really put much into his appearance. Very teenager-y boy 'threw on the first thing i saw on a hanger/floor' type, but he kinda has a bit more of a casual, soft grungy-like look as an older teen. Just some hints of Sam's influence - and you know what, some of Tucker's as well because that's his best friend too.

(Off topic but 19yo Danny from my Childhood Friends Dead On Main au has a similar style that's a bit soft punk as well, and that is somewhat more intentional on CFAU Danny's part. Why make an au if I can't play dress up with my favorite character? :))

Mostly because I read a Spider-Man x DP fic that described Danny (from an outsider's pov) as looking kinda like a skater boy who listens to alt rock music and it's been my personal interpretation of him ever since. So he has band tees, flannels, graphic tees with jokes on them, shirts with astronomy facts on them, and idk if he'd ever buy ripped jeans but Sam has certainly bought him some and they fit so *shrugs* he wears them. And he has one or two of those denim jackets with the hoodie sewn inside it. And from Tucker he has a few turtlenecks because Tucker reads as a turtleneck-kinda guy, geek chic-ish.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #clone^2 #danny fenton is a clone #danny fenton is not the ghost king #damian wayne has a clone #the quickest way to starry's heart is through her ask box #its not a starry post unless its long #srsly tho i love getting asks even if i haven't answered them. so anyone who sends me an ask: i see them!! i love them!!! if i havent-#answered it its because I can't think of anything *to* say to it that i think would make a fulfilling ask. but i see it and i love it #unmentioned in the post but danny also has a few black croptops of the rave-variety from when he needs to pull what he likes to call a #'brucie wayne moment' and its my favorite part of the clone danny au bc youre gonna look me in the eye and say that there's a-#non-malicious TEENAGE bruce wayne clone running around and he DOESNT have a brucie wayne impression? brucie wayne is a #walking meme in of himself. absolutely a teenage clone of him would pretend to be him sometimes even if its a joke. he wouldnt get away wit #being bruce wayne considering the 30 year age gap BUT acting like him? he can do that AND make someone (or a dozen) swoon at the same time #danny has his identity crisis issues but that doesnt mean he can't have FUN with it. he shares a face with the biggest himbo alive yes he #will use that to his advantage when he's aware of it.#gas can anon #i love that signoff btw #brucie wayne is half the reason i made the clone danny au for a reason - the pure shenanigans of having his face #could potentially cause #like yeah he’s batman’s clone blah blah blah but BRUCIE WAYNE. THE BIMBO HIMSELF

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frannyzooey · 7 months

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It’s almost 2 months later and I still think about that one age gap ask where you explained that you like the dynamic of it, the comfort and the care of it. it’s just so perfect, so perfectly explained and written and I’ve absolutely never felt so understood 💕 so thank you!

and happy belated wedding anniversary 💕

It’s a topic that is very close to my heart and has always been as such ❤️ and to think of you receiving comfort/validation from anything I’ve written makes my heart swell three sizes bigger, but especially on that topic.

I feel it’s both often a misunderstood one and misrepresented one, and in an attempt to…dismantle some of the perceptions surrounding it or at least provide context — I’m glad it resonated with you.

To feel alone in something is a horrible feeling and know that you are not alone! ❤️

Unrelated/related: I was just watching Friends last night, the episodes when Monica is dating her dad’s best friend Richard and Jesus CHRIST that DILF can get it

I hope you have a great week! ❤️

#age gap ask

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pezhead · 6 months

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Age Gap Au: I love the way Donnie's eyes are halfway between normal looking and baby turtle alien looking. Its perfect <3

#tmnt 2012 #donatello #tmnt: age gap au #he's asking for uranium #those eyes are lethal weapons #and he doesnt even have to try #his eyes just be like that #age gap au art

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stickstone · 2 years

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do not buy onestar’s confession. i know this counts as a spoiler, but i’ll be honest i don’t care this kind of trumps that.

the book canonizes whitetail being onestar’s mate. whitetail is specifically mentioned to be his former apprentice in the same chapter this happens.

the book specifically addresses this and defends it, saying that now that whitetail’s an adult it’s ok.

it skips over her apprenticeship, we never see whitetail as a kit or apprentice. they did not need to include any reference to her being onestar’s former apprentice. they could’ve made them the same age. they didn’t need to make her his mate at all.

but they did. they very explicitly did. they chose to do this despite everything. they should’ve known better.

this is a children’s book. they have a responsibility not to publish this kind of shit.

they’ve been getting worse and worse with this over the years. they keep on making the family tree into hard canon despite the fans saying, for years, that the family tree was gross. they keep on doing this and this is the final straw. it’s gone from being ignorable to being explicitly defended in text.

you do not write this without knowing what you’re doing. this is a conscious choice on their part.

we cannot let this shit keep happening. at a certain point it becomes our responsibility to do something. please do not buy onestar’s confession and please email harper collins or whoever you have to expressing your disappointment and disgust. something needs to change.

#warrior cats #wc #onestar’s confession #cw: age gap #cw: implied grooming #ask to tag #harper collins

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latenightsundayblues · 3 months

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Me and my husband will forever be a chain shipping song

I'm not sure if you mean that positively or negatively but I'm gonna assume the latter because i absolutely NEED to unleash my toxic chainshipping thoughts out into the world.

Cold yet overprotective Lawrence. Adam who's youthful and angry in contrast to that but still desperate for that sort of emotional connection he can't get with anyone else in the world. Gordon falling into old habits of apathy and putting up happy fronts he used to do with Alison because he's an old conditioned dog that's too stubborn to learn new tricks.

A relationship where they have literally nothing in common, the flimsiest couple on the face of the Earth held together only by their horrific shared trauma, that refuses to just crash and burn like it's supposed to. Them canceling each other out and remaining completely stagnant. Adam tries to talk to him about photography, but Larry was never an avid appreciator of the arts. Lawrence extends an olive branch once, offering dinner at some fancy restaurant downtown, his tentative little smile immediately falling again when Adam grumbles something about fast food being 'more than enough, so why bother?' They keep pushing each other away with pettiness so all that's left is awkward, clunky sex that always ends in tears and a vague unexplained need to stick together anyway.

Well that's all my thoughts on that. Would you like to place your order now sir

#im so unhealthy about them its comical #i just keep thinking about their age gap #and how incompatible a repressed wealthy doctor with a reputation to keep #and an “angry yet apathetic” 20-somethings communist that didn't finish high school would be #chainshipping #latenightsundayblues ask tag

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mercurygguk · 1 year

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Mutual Masturbation plsss !!!!

risqué ; timestamp #7 (m)

!! 18+ content below the cut !!

pairing; risqué!jungkook x risqué!oc

genre; smut (mutual masturbation, creampie, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, dirty talk, nipple play)

[8:39 PM] "oh my god-"

you whimper as you sink your fingers inside of your soaking pussy again and again, the squelching sounds sinful and lewd as they fill jungkook's living room alongside your whimpers and his moans.

"fuck- you look so fucking hot right now, baby," jungkook groans, hooded and dark eyes watching you as your head tilts back, a whiny moan leaving you. his eyes roam your naked body from the way your nipples are perky and hard, the way a thin layer of sweat coats your skin as pleasure overwhelms you, the way you whimper as your fingers pump in and out of your pussy.

wetness coats your folds, fingers and thighs, shimmering underneath the dim light in his living room. jungkook's cock twitches in his hand as he pumps himself, working himself closer to an orgasm.

"wish you could see yourself," he rasps, brushing his thumb over his tip to smear out the beads of precum escaping it.

"jungkook..." you gasp his name as you rub your clit with your thumb while still stuffing yourself full of your fingers. your free hand reaches up to pinch your own nipple, the sight along with the way you moan and gasp his name has jungkook swearing under his breath, wondering how it's possible to be as turned on as he is right now.

"gotta install a mirror in here," jungkook grunts as he gives his cock a squeeze, hissing at the feeling. "so you can see what a fucking dirty girl you are, baby-"

another moan leaves you, turning high-pitched towards the end as you race towards the edge. jungkook's words spurs you on more than the feeling of your fingers in you, the thought him watching you pleasure yourself has you wetter than ever, body tensing as you reach your high.

"oh- my god! fuck, gonna cum, kook-"

"yeah? be a good girl and cum around your own fingers, baby."

jungkook's lips curl into a smile, his own chest heaving in heavy and uneven breaths as he watches you sink your fingers deeply inside of yourself just as you come undone, back arching and fingers pinching your nipple tightly to stimulate yourself even more as your orgasm washes through you in waves of immense pleasure.

"shit-" jungkook hisses as you continue to finger yourself through your orgasm, uncontrollable whimpers leaving you in a waterfall. he instantly realizes you're trying to make yourself cum again, the idea of you doing that making his eyebrows shoot up, eyes widening.

"fuck, i gotta- i have to be in you, ____..."

before jungkook can hold himself back, he's moving closer to you from his seat on the other end of the couch. a surprised and gasping moan leaves you as jungkook spreads your legs and easily sinks into you, his cock filling you to the brim. your oversensitivity has goosebumps rising on your skin as his length brushes against your clit repeatedly along with his quick, hard thrusts into you.

"need to cum in you," jungkook moans as he hooks his arms under the crook of your knees before leaning over you, his mouth hovering over yours as he fucks you deeply, working both of your to your orgasms. "gonna fill your pretty little pussy to the fucking brim-"

"oh, fuck- jungkook!" you cry out his name, hands gripping onto his biceps, your manicured nails digging into his skin as the overstimulation becomes too much.

"you want that, huh?" he grits, delivering a particularly hard thrust into you. "want me to fill you with my cum?"

"yes- fuck, yes, please.."

jungkook's thrusts turn sloppier by the second as he feels himself reach his high, a slightly whiny moan leaving him as you come around him causing him to still in you, the feeling of your tight pussy clenching around him as you orgasm for the second time, sending him flying over the edge and causing him to cum deeply in you.

"holy fucking shit.."

#risque timestamp #risqué jjk #jungkook #jungkook smut #bts #bts smut #ask #bts jungkook #jungkook x female reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #smut #kpop smut #kpop #bts fanfic #age gap au

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oifaaa · 2 months

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New idea: exclusively refer to Tim Drake as either the character that was Red Robin after Jason was or the character that was almost Nightwing while Dick was Batman

Ngl I personally don't like either of those especially bc I can just refer to tim as that 17 year old that got beat up by a 9 year old so bad he had to stop him self from aging due to the embarrassment

#ask #anon #if i didnt know for a fact that the titans tower fight was a hallucination #id also refer to tim as #guy who lost a fight so hard to a guy only 2 years older then him and dressed in a robin outfit #that his fans have to pretend that there was a bigger age gap then there actually was #just to save him some of the embarrassment

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lavandermin · 11 months

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Please share your professor Welt Yang thoughts, I've brought snacks for us!!! ☺️🍉🍫🧁🍙🍓

(I fear this will awaken something in me)

- 🍪

took 3-5 business days to arrange my thoughts since it was just feral babbling in my melted brain. But!!! We are ready now ☝️

suggestive toward the end, what can I say. I want to get in his professor pants sorry

Professor Welt Yang who is obviously the crush of quite a few university students, though I’d think he would be the oblivious type who just thinks of it as silly faculty gossip. His lectures are always very popular and at full capacity each semester.

Of course you aren’t immune to his serious yet gentle charm either. And while working on grad school you go to him for certain advice and pointers for your thesis. It becomes a more and more frequent thing, so much that you have his office hours memorized at this point.

Conversation is easy with him. And you’ll admit sometimes you go and start a random topic off with a broad question just to hear Welt talk in that deep voice of his. You could hear him talk for hours if he’d let you.

Of course this man is dense and dumb as rocks when it comes to even taking the hint that you are down so bad for him. Just have some patience with him.

You’ll catch him at the university’s cafe grabbing a quick lunch and coffee which turns into effortless conversation just to stay with him a little longer. At your one-on-ones you’ll even bring him a coffee when you stop by. Kind gesture or wiggling your way into his mind? You would never reveal.

There are little things here and there that you start to do that will leave you on his mind more often.

It’ll start with visits for advice on your material and projects. You are easy to get along with and even have some insightful commentary on the topics he speaks about.

Then come the complimentary coffees you bring— sometimes even some suggestions you bring to mix it up. He always enjoys them and thanks you for going out of your way to bring him the most delicate blends and flavors.

Then come the few invites to lunch. First at the university’s cafe to continue the conversations. After a few weeks you offer lunch at nearby places just outside campus. “It’ll make a nice change of scenery and the weather is lovely for a walk today, don’t you think, Professor Yang?” you’ll suggest oh so sweetly. And with that kind and genuine smile you give, how could he refuse? There are some subconscious thoughts that go through his mind wondering if you’re his favorite student. A strange one indeed given you took his lecture last semester and others a few years while you worked on your bachelor’s, but aren’t a student of his currently.

Your meetings during his office hours continue— a bit more scattered throughout the week and with more days in between. Welt starts to look forward to seeing you in his office, two coffees in hand. Lately he’s all you can think about. It becomes more of a frequent guilty pleasure as you show up in tight pencil skirts and button up blouses that reveal a lacy set underneath if his eyes linger too long. You apologize for constant formal attire, throwing in some excuse about recent project presentations and an internship you began. His eyes follow you when you move to leave his office, eyes glued to the way the pencil skirt hugs all your curves in ways that have him a little dazed with new thoughts.

You start showing up on Fridays and later than usual to his office, skirt length just a little higher sometimes and giving him a tease with how your stockings complement your plush thighs so well. You apologize deeply for catching him at the end of his office hours— and before the weekend, no less. The campus is mostly empty with majority of students having left and only a few faculty still around. Your professor, being the kind soul he is, of course tells you it’s always a pleasure to have you in his office. And your attire today certainly is… special.

“Apologies, professor, I have a dinner later with some friends and don’t have time to go home and change,” you explain as you head toward his desk in practiced motions. Your weekly routines. Welt shuts the door, assuring you it’s no issue.

But it is an issue. His heart hammers rapidly in his chest as his eyes take in your attire against their will. How could a simple black dress hug your body in such a sinful way? Or was it just his mind?

His heart is swaying and his feelings will go through some internal turmoil as he begins to realize that his feelings are something more.

Still, ever the professional, he takes a seat at his desk and offers you the one in front of him. Same routine. Just another meeting.

And you break routine. Or break him.

His eyes follow your every move and gesture as you begin explaining some issues you’ve had with your thesis edits and research. Being so close to him, he can catch the subtle scent of your perfume. A warm and subtle citrus.

You apologize briefly, telling him you have to leave soon but needed his advice to get some edits done over the weekend. No need to apologize of course. His eyes follow your every move as you apply some lipstick on while he looks over your file that you emailed over. His heart beats louder and there are some images that come forth in his mind that he has to will away. He has long succumbed to these… questionable thoughts. And that’s putting it lightly.

“Professor?”

Oh. He had been staring idly, not even realizing you were so close to him now. Damn, he hasn’t even looked over the file yet.

Your sultry voice still rings like blaring alarms in his brain. He clears his throat and says he will look the files over more thoroughly and send you an email so you’re not late to your dinner.

Your laugh is heavenly as you point to something on the screen of note on the file. Something he doesn’t even register as his eyes immediately fall to the way your chest is mere inches from his face as you bend near him. The revealing low cut of your dress leaves little to the imagination.

“Professor Yang.” Your voice is just above a whisper, pulling his attention once more.

“Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?” you ask simply, hand on his shoulder making the skin under his dress shirt feel like it’s on fire.

Heat spreads to his entire body, mind blank. His eyes dart to your lips and linger there as he gulps. Hard.

With a chuckle, you lean down to press a kiss to his neck. An action he feels has an effect on him ten times more severe than if you were to kiss his cheek. It’s deliberate. It’s planned. And he wants more.

You tilt his chin up with a delicate hand. Welt is at your mercy, not making any indication of wanting these advances to stop. His eyes are on your lips again as you lean closer, and tilt your head with a sly smile.

“Seems this lipstick really is smudge-proof,” you say, examining the area where you placed your lips. Your eyes go back to his and suddenly his breath hitches in anticipation. “Professor.”

Welt shudders at the way the word rolls of your tongue. There’s jolts of electricity that run through his spine and spread through him in an addictive rush just from your voice. You have him inevitably wrapped around your finger.

“Again,” Welt says with a clear of his throat.

You climb onto his lap, checking his expression in case there was any indication he didn’t want your advances. The hardness painfully confined in his slacks says otherwise.

And you indulge him with a kiss on the lips. One you smile into as he goes in for another like a man starved. Welts rough hands grab at your soft thighs, pulling you closer against him. It’s like he can’t stop now that he’s started. He pushes the thought of someone walking into his office and being discovered engaging in these scandalous activities with a former student far back in his mind, like a fleeting thought he can’t be bothered to think of. Not right now, not when you’re mischievously tugging at his belt buckle. The serious gentleman everyone knows is quickly dissolving before you.

Several months of pleasantries and exchanges and patience finally leading up to exactly what you wanted. You can’t help but grin against his lips for your little victory.

#are we a home wrecker? who knows #welt yang x reader #I’m never letting this dilf go #ask stuff 💌#mii writes #🍪 anon #cw suggestive #hsr fanfic #cw age gap #bc he wouldn’t be a dilf otherwise

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