#age gap prompts

[scealaiscoite]

age gap prompts ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🐚 ꒱

— “look, i know i said i was okay with you calling me grandma/grandpa as a joke but i need you to stop doing it in public because i’m paranoid that people are believing it.”

— “you make me feel really safe. i’m not used to that.”

— “i love you, and that’s why i can’t subject you to the kind of judgement that us being together will bring you.”

— “it won’t matter to me what other people think so long as we’re together in it. please.”

— “i don’t think you need to worry about your age showing anymore, because at this rate i’m going to be grey enough for the both of us.”

— “hey, you said there’d never be a time where you couldn’t keep up with me. that extends to dancing too, whether you like it or not!”

— “god, couldn’t you have been born in a more fashionable decade? i can’t steal any of your clothes without feeling like i’ve been sucked into the past!”

— “you make me feel alive again. i’ll never be able to thank you enough for that.”

— “i don’t really understand what you’re talking about, but it looks like it’s making you happy so i’m going to be happy about it too.”

— “hey, leave the worrying and the agonising to me. one of us has to be happy and carefree for this to work, and i would much prefer it to be you.”

— “you never have to be nervous about coming to me for help, love. i promise i’ll never think less of you for it.”

[dumplingsjinson]

List of age gap prompts

“This isn’t going to work out.”

“Why can’t you just give us a chance?”

“You’re not that much older than me. We can— we can make this work.”

“You’re confusing me caring about you with me being in love with you, and vice versa.”

“The difference is too much.”

“Why can’t you just give me a chance?”

“I could treat you better than half of the people you’ve dated, [name], and you know that very well yourself.”

“Why can’t you admit that you’re in love with me, too?”

“You’re making things so fucking difficult. Over a number that isn’t even that significant.”

“You’re like a… Like a friend to me.” “That’s bullshit and you know it.”

“I hate that you’re rejecting me just because of this age difference thing.”

“People are going to think badly of you and me if we end up together. It’s our careers on the line, and I can’t do that to us.” 

“I’d throw away everything just to be with you—” “And that’s where our difference lies! I won’t do that, because I’m mature enough to know that isn’t gonna serve either of us well in the long run!”

“I care about you, but not in that way.”

“So you’d fuck me and do everything with me people in relationships would do with each other but you can’t admit that you’re in love with me? Just because I’m a little younger than you?” 

“This is a mistake.”

“Just give me this one night if you don’t want anything to do with me long-term.” (Or alternatively: “If you really can’t see a forever with me because of this, then just give me one night. That’s all I’m asking for. Please.”)

“I don’t care what other people think, I just wanna be with you.”

“Why does it matter what other people think of us?”

“What, so you’d date an immortal but you wouldn’t date someone who’s slightly younger than you?” “Nothing’s actually immortal, you dimwit.” 

“Why does a few years’ difference matter? It doesn’t erase the fact that we’re in love and could be so good together if you’d stop being so fucking stubborn about it. We’re both adults, and we both know what we want, but you’re acting like this is a crime or something.”

“I’ve made the same mistake as you. I dated someone noticeably older than me, and that did not end well. I don’t want to subject you to that; to the judgement you’d receive from other people.”

[hatorishimaselfship]

😁 Write about a time that made you and/or your F/O feel good about the age gap of your relationship. — If you’d like to!

FINALLY got around to this, so sorry it's late! Obviously age gap warning for me and my F/O here given our ages!

Under Cut!

Hatorishima - 27 Nene - 15

It wasn't all too late - but school had finished early due to a mishap with a school rumor. Nobody had become hurt, but everyone who was unable to see yokai wouldn't be able to do much about people leaving, nor remember the scenario until the next day. This gave Hatorishima and Nene time to themselves outside of school hours before Nene needed to be taken home.

"So, Nene-chan~" Hatorishima chirps, face beaming with excitement and options - Nene had always known Hatorishima wanted to provide her with as much of a full life as possible, and now was a perfect time for that, given the situation. "Is there anything you'd like to do before you need to head home? We have around three hours before you need to head home."

Nene thinks for a moment - the amount of options flooding through her mind... well, she'd like to kiss Hatorishima, for one - but the thought sends her face flushing red and she'd never be able to say that in front of her! That'd make things way too intimate for so early in the relationship, she can't just outright say that! She'll have to think of an activity.

She wanted to go to an arcade that had opened up a bit away, but it didn't allow Nene in... her parents didn't have time to take her, and the staff stated under 16s, like herself, needed to be accompanied by a paying adult. With Kou not being over eighteen and Hanako being a ghost, there was no way she'd get to-- She pauses, looking over at the woman she was currently dating.

Hatorishima was an adult. Hatorishima was twenty-seven, and would have the capabilities of getting Nene into the arcade. She beamed brightly and clutched the teaching assistant's arm now that they were far enough away from school premises, some onlookers mistaking them for cousins or siblings.

"Hatorishima-senpai..." She began nervously. "Can we go to Arcade Club? They won't let me in without an adult, but since you're an adult... then we can totally have a cutesy girlfriend date there! Maybe I could win you some stuffed animals in the claw machines!" The more she thought about it, the more red her face became - but she also became more excited.

Hatorishima giggled at the thought, moving herself so that instead of her arm being grasped, she was hugging Nene tightly and properly. "Age restriction without supervision, huh? Well, good thing we do have our age gap, then. This way you can get enough of your full life done without too much issue~" A smile as she pulled Nene closer and nodded. "I'll take you." Nene was about to burst into joyous tears hearing that Hatorishima was willing to help her out with not just this, but any restriction on something that would allow her the life she desired - but she was held back from that with the shock of her girlfriend lifting her onto her shoulders. "Ah-- Hatorishima-senpai!" "Onwards, Nene-chan! To arcade cabinet loopholes!" As the two began to laugh together, they both realised... maybe this age gap wasn't so bad. They were happy with what it allowed.

[joelmillermylove]

I need a Joel Miller type of man, that is maybe a little too protective over me. He has just a hint of silver in his hair, the cutest smile, broad shoulders and smells like leather, whiskey and oak. He’s grumpy and intimidating but with me he’s sweet and gentle. That’s what I want.

[dead-girl-tells-stories]

DC x DP Idea

After several years, Danny and Damian meet each other again at a gala. But there was no heartfelt reunion since the moment they led eyes on each other it was all-out war. Damian takes out a sword from somewhere and Danny just starts throwing hands.

The fighting is intense, and blood is being spilled (what are those glowing green specks?). They are screaming at each other in Arabic as it's easier to slip back to your mother tongue when in rage right? This makes the fight more personal.

Most people don't understand what they're saying but those who do look at the boys then Bruce. Bruce then back to the boys again. Like B, we know you're stupid but you fucked this person twice.... did you NOT see the red flags the SECOND TIME!?!?

The fight ends with Damian on the ground with the sword grazing his neck. He looks up to Danyal with the fear of god in his eyes, knowing that with one swift movement, he'll be dead on the dance floor. But Danny's eyes were cold and tired, they were dead. No spark, no sense of life in those chilling blue depths.

Calmly, Danny spoke to Damian. His voice was crystal clear, cool like a mountain stream.

"Just because you jumped into the fire behind me doesn't mean you felt the pain I did.  Your hand was held above the flames while I was being burnt in the fucking fire."

Damian begins to cry because he knows that Danny is right. No matter what he went through, it would never compare to what happened to his big brother. Even more so, when he feels long lanky arms wrap around him, a cool hand rubbing his back soothingly, and whispers of sweet nothingness entering his ears.

He cries because no matter what he does he will never be like his big brother.

[nemesyaaa]

american pie // frat!rafe cameron x milf!reader

summary ; you moved on with your son into a new house in front of tanneyhill after a divorce and ward offered you the help of rafe to unpack your affairs. and maybe young boys were not that bad...at least, that cocky frat boy at your service....

warnings ; so age gap. smut. +18. young boy x older woman trope. mentions of mommy's whore and milkers. p in v. forbbiden attraction. facesitting. slight of 69. mentions of belly bulge. pervertion &depravation. dirty secret. messy porn with a little plot. twisted behavior and sick attitude. momma's boy. minors DNI. be careful with the warnings.

author's note ; i thought the idea of milf!reader and frat!rafe was hot. this is not an american pie au. but enjoy 🫡‼️

“are you the kid that ward sent to help me unpack my things ?”

you had only just moved into the house across the street from tanneyhill,and now you had a new life waiting for you, it was essential for you to get along well with your neighbors. when Ward had suggested that his son come help you, you hadn't said no,especially since yours was completely lazy and already locked himself in his room to play video games. the divorce wasn’t easy for him to deal with and you respected that.

you were tired from your long journey here, so when you saw Rafe coming, you smiled directly at him. you were especially happy to see a guy with big muscles at your service for a task that you could have easily done yourself. but seeing a helpful young guy doing it for him made it even better.

he had crossed the street with his cap on backwards and his smirk kissing his teeth with his hands in the pockets.

you weren't supposed to look at him but he was charming. you waved hello to him, with a glossy and warm smile. definitely not an innocent one. you were too old to play the shy girl. and you were not into playing that game anymore.

if this gesture was friendly to you, you had awakened all of Rafe's hormones. when Ward forced him to come help you, he expected to see a horrible, bitter cougar but fuck, you were terribly far from the image he had made in his mind. you were the opposite of this idea. you were perfect, the kind of milf with divine mommy milkers who were top favorites on his private browser, the kind of woman he clearly wanted to call mama. he felt so tight in his frat pants, and he terribly regret not choosing to put on boxers because he could feel his cock hanging down through his shorts, and slapping against his naked thigh.

because damn, the flapping wasn't the sound of the wind.

he stucked his tongue in his mouth and moved closer.

“yes, ma’am. "

usually, you hated that nickname. but his thick southern accent made this much warmer. you squeezed his hand. his was sweaty.

it was terribly hot here, a tropical heat to die for. you wore a bikini top that barely hid your large breasts from spilling out of the fabric, and under your skirt protruded the string and triangle of a thong.

rafe cameron is dying to be in a scandalous POV porn video with you. and Jesus, if your tits didn't move so much every time you took a step, he wouldn't have these kinds of impure thoughts. you were too hot and he was burning.

“I hope you don’t mind. " you replied with an almost false tone.

“ pleased to be at your service, ma'am." he replied with a smile. “you know, you can call me whenever you want.”

“ward is lucky to have a son like you.”

for some reason you didn't know, your remark had unsettled him slightly. his face darkened as he followed you into the house. seeing that the atmosphere had become a little tense, you added. “I mean, you’re a good boy, rafe.”

you lost him when you called him a good boy. god, he really needed to go to the bathroom because he was behind you, and the string of your thong kept showing and teasing him. he wondered if god was testing him. he was tortured by his own perversion.

“this is my room. you can put all the things here.”

“do you want me to clean everything too?” he asked.

“it depends. you're looking for a reward, boy ?”

you looked each other straight in the eyes. the tension was suddenly electric. there was challenge in your eyes and excitement in rafe’s blue and glistening gaze. you were on the same wavelength.

"What kind of reward?" he asked.

you leaned over his ear before whispering. “tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

“save those words, ma’am.”

“okay, boy.”

“oh, and those panties too.”

“About that, did you purposely not put anything under your pants?”

"You shouldn't look at me like that. ” he mocked in a playful tone while collecting your things. “ I could be your son, ma’am. ”

"That's true, but you're Ward's. So I can do whatever I want with you. And it turns out I want to play with fire."

"Come back later. I have work. But if you want us to work on something else now, I'm not against it. ”

“Are you the type to start something and not finish it?” The dig was light but it had the merit of making Rafe laugh.

“I’m more of the type to start something and finish it between your thighs. Want a ride, ma’am ? ”

“See you soon. Those big arms need to work out a little. ”

You smiled before quitting the room, leaving him with immense sexual frustration.

Of course, he was attracted to girls his age, but you gave off something terribly hot and forbidden. You looked so much like his living fantasy. He urgently needed to jerk off.

And the fact that he was holding your box of panties didn't help matters. He had gently closed the door, only ajar before rummaging through it. He could afford it after you turned him on during this whole conversation. And the fact that you hadn't told him no, that you had shown interest, was worse. He needed it now.

He was sweating without even touching himself yet. He was completely desperate even though he hadn't even touched you. He was pathetic. His hand was shaking before he even grabbed his hard cock. He had chosen a thong from the box, picking it with his fingers before starting to masturbate while he sniffed the fabric of the other. his nose was buried into the sweet scent of your lingerie. he thought of nothing but the way your pussy fitting in the panty, literally outlined it with his lips.

It was obscene and outrageous but he was needy. He had the vision of your huge, milk-filled breasts, but also this vision of you and your full belly, this vision of the completely attractive mother that he desperately wanted to fuck.

Beads of sweat ran down his forehead as he continued to jerk off, his clenching fist moving back and forth on his throbbing dick. he could feel the blood pumping through each of his veins, and the warmth of his balls. he was exploding. his hand was clumsy and trembling. his lips opened, and tongue hung out on weak moans, until pathetic crying flowing on his face.

he ended up wrapping your thong around his cock and speeding up the movement. the fabric slide so easily over his length, adjusting to his girth. he had spat on his dick, making it shine on the tip, before wetting it fully and fasted his movements. he was excited as a dog. you turned him into a mad freak.

his legs shivering as he continued to jerk himself up and down, each finger wrapped around his girth. he was on his knees, half-naked and perverted. he couldn't think, you were the only thing in his head. as he touched himself, his balls slapped heavily between his fat thighs.

all of his fingers worked around his cock, pressing against his blood-soaked flesh. the fabric went through his entire boner which became uncontainable. it was painful, the pain could be heard in his moans.

he even stuck one of your underwear in his mouth, and he actually bit into it to contain his noises while he fisted his entire cock.

as it had been more than half an hour and you no longer heard anything, you decided to leave the transat of your pool to go look up. the door to your room was ajar and you could hear muffled whispers and moaning complaints. you took off your heels to look through the door.

you wished you weren't horny, but you totally were. you were turned on by what you saw. you had a smile on your lips, and you opened the door.

you approached and when he saw you, his face changed. you crossed your arms over your chest, your breasts sticking out more. his eyes were bright, and his mouth was panting. you wanted to caress his cheek and call him babygirl but you held back. just because he was younger than you didn't mean he couldn't fuck you as well as your ex husband. you crouched in front of him, giving him a full view of your thong, but also the contours of your pussy through the fabric.

“I didn’t know you were such a pervert. I leave you alone with my things...and this is what you do with them..." you grabbed the used panties above his face.

he had ejaculated inside, his sperm had formed a wet white stain.

"what am I supposed to do with you? I could tell ward what his son is doing...Should I call your dad for being naughty, Rafe ? Or maybe, it's better to deal with me. " you played with him with some teasing.

you caught the fear in his eyes and chuckled. in reality, your threat was crueler than you thought. and you quickly understood that his father was a sensitive subject.

“apart from that, my things are put away so it’s true that I owe you something, kid.”

“Stop calling me kid.” he warned.

"Why? It's a kid's behavior to do things behind their parents' backs."

He smirked. You were obviously a mother to come up with this kind of thinking.

"Want to play the momma so bad? I can fix that. Let me breed that pussy and make you a little child to have a real reason to call him kid."

“You think you can breed me? When you were literally jerking off in my panties instead or facing me to admit how perverted you are?”

you took off his cap and collected the sperm on it.

“You think I’m too young to fuck you? ”

"No, I have no doubts about your sexual abilities. You seem in great shape."

Without taking off your panties, you began to rub yourself against the fabric of his cap. you could feel rafe's wet and still warm cum, plus the object sliding against your slit.

as you stroked yourself on his cap, you could hear him groan. It didn't take him long to regain his masturbation.

moans had started to come out of your mouth, while you humped the object knowing full well that he would put it back when he left your house with your scent still on it. you moved sensually, your hips bucking slowly so he could hear how wet you were. your body was submitted to his desires, your boobs had burst out of your bikini top.

as if in need of affection, he had wrapped his slobbering and desperate mouth around your breasts. he had sucked and licked your nipples and nibbling the piece of tender flesh between his teeth without hurting you. he had sank his mouth far enough to cause you sensations of pleasure and enjoyment. he continued, his tongue rolling from one of your tits giving slap to them with his muscle, while you held his head in your hands, caressing his neck with an affectionate gesture. he was such a good boy, your pretty boy.

he was playing with you. his mouth was toying with your tits. he loved pinching them, and let them bounce before putting his head on it. he was so horny, his dick tugging hard and painfully in his pants. he was sucking at your boobs, biting them to hear your whiny noises into his ears. his face was so cocky, so frat.

you continued to rub yourself, your pussy soaking all the fabric. sloppily kissing your huge tits, he trailed his kisses around your skin and neck. he dragged one of his hands around your throat, making you move your head slightly.

“sit on my face..."

It wasn't even an order but you complied. he clearly wanted you to fuck his mouth with your pussy. he had placed his hands on your thighs to steady you while you were on the bed. the next second his mouth was covered by your dripping slit and juices. his tongue was hot, and licked you so well that your legs compressed around his face. you could feel your clit twitching against his mouth. his hungry hands were tight against you, as he slurped the sweet taste of your cunt.

you were divine. his eager tongue was fucking you perfectly, as your weeped all your wetness into his lips. your arching clit was devoured and bullied by his horny mouth. his hands were on your waist and tummy flesh, caressing you softly as he was eating you all the way. you could feel his tongue sliding in and out, making you feel even more tight. his muscle brushing your slick, pushing deeper and deeper as the throb of your clit tickles his nose. you were in heaven. your body was tensed under his strong breath, hard spasms shivering your insides as the blow covering your juices.

your husband had never given you so much pleasure but here you were swimming in complete happiness. the way his hands gripped your body and his tongue licked you. you started driving on top of him, moving your hips as you held your breasts, and his mouth just followed the movement of your body. his tongue was fat, giving quick circles around your buds, while he held you.

you had also seen the big bulge in his pants. it was giant. all you wanted was to see his cock entirely. so you leaned over and undid his pants.

you already knew he wasn’t wearing boxers. you saw him earlier. even though you were impressed by the size, you were quick to put it in your mouth. it was like a toy. your lips were wrapped around his dick above your face. you had started to suck him. your glossy mouth was around his girth and moved up and down at the beginning slowly then faster. you kept him still with your mommy weight against his, your fat tits on top of his pelvis, and his thick cock inside your mouth. you sucked him deep in the throat.

you were thrusting in and out so fast and sloppy that you had quickly started to be a mess. your hair, your eyes, your nose, that whole mouth. you would release all your sexual frustration in this blowjob. you could feel his entire cock travel through your mouth to your throat and fill it. but you also had his tongue buried in your pussy but your moans were muffled by his dick. you were breathing hard but you were enjoying it so much.

you knew it was wrong and if ward found out you were fucking with his son, you were dead. but you couldn't resist a guy like rafe. and just because he wasn't your age didn't mean he couldn't fuck you.

you continued to pump him, then pulled his cock dripping with your own drool out of your mouth before slapping the glistening tip against your soaked cheeks. your noises were so obscene that Rafe gave you six little slaps against your pussy. you licked his tip without taking it back into your mouth. you had only teased him.

he pushed you to the side, and stood on top of you.

“you work hard.” you said, judging his big arms.

you had lurked about the size of his biceps which were quite impressive.

“ if I want to fuck pretty milfs like you, i need it. .”

“Speaking of this, what are you waiting for? Should i ask …”

“So eager to be fucked by a young boy ? got it. ”

he hadn’t waited a minute longer and he was already inside you. he could have start gently but you were so wet that it slipped so easily. you weren’t really as tight as the girls he was used to meeting but damn, he felt so good inside you.

he quickly picked up the pace, pounding into your pussy while holding your thighs. when your screams got louder, he covered your mouth with a smirk. “did you forget about the kid next door? want him to wake up because his mommy is a whore? ”

even though it was degrading, you were completely turned on by those words. mommy's whore? you could feel the fire in your pussy ignite as he fucked you roughly against your own mattress.

“r-rafe…” it was so pathetic to be bullied by a guy younger than you.

but he was incredibly good. he was buried in your walls, you could feel every inches of his cock in your canal pumping in and out. both of your bodies slammed against each other. and your pussy squeezed him like a vice which made him even more excited.

“ take it. i thought it was not a big deal for you ? can have a fucking baby inside your belly for 9months but can't take that fucking dick of mine inside you for few minutes ? stop acting, babe, because you're only making it worse for you. ”

the way your breasts moved as you took him, how your body bounced on the mattress, how your moans caressed his hand. you were perfect. and a fucking milf..he couldn't wait to brag about this to his frat friends.

your pussy was dripping at the entrance and soaking him completely. you were unable to think of anything. the way he fucked you made it hard for you to think, and the smacking sounds of your cunt against his dick werent helpful at all. aside from saying his name through his hand, your voice muffled, you weren't good for anything.

"look at that pussy and belly, taking my cock so well. i bet you wanted a second baby so bad."

his words were outrageous but the more dirty and unhealthy it was, the craziest slut it made you.

degradation was your thing so you had no desire to stop him in his way. he thrust in and out, driving all his large cock into your soaked walls, fucking you all the way to your tummy without mercy. his big cock hitting your insides repeatedly as he admired himself through his thrusts. “ do you like your belly with my cock inside it ? ”

he had crushed part of your face through the mattress before leaning over you as he continued to work you, his tip touching your spot. your legs were trembling, your eyes were watery and your mouth was panting. you were so fucking dirty.

“crying? throbbing? begging? that kid is fucking you too good, ma'am. “he mocked you nasty. “ and that sweet pussy fits my cock very well. can you feel that ? ”

“ r-rafe…! ”

“ sorry, i can't hear ya well, those mommy milkers are bouncing too loud. but it doesn't matter, i'm not in the mood to listen to you, you're just gonna take it until i’m tired. ”

when he started to speed up because he knew he was going to cum, you didn't know how many minutes he had been inside you and fucking you hard like a ragdoll. but it's been a long, long time. you had already reached orgasm three times. and it was like he was playing with you. he wanted to see you tired and on the verge of explosion. rafe wanted to see you completely worn out. he wanted to feel like he used you extremely well.

“the roles have changed. I'm the one giving the rewards now. " and he came, thicks white loads filling your sweet cunt as he spoke, letting a warm pressure inside your belly.

“ what if i'm pregnant ? ”

“ nobody will be surprised that you've got another baby. they would be more suprised about the daddy.”

“ rafe. i'm serious. imagine if ward knows…”

“ this is not his business. i can take care of my shit. “

you gave him a worried look. he had gathered his things and gotten dressed while you were still in bed.

he kissed you on the forehead. “you have my number..."

“i have more than your number now, rafe.” you joked gently.

in the evening, you connected to your Instagram. you wanted to stalk Rafe on social media. And he had posted something on Threads. Okay, you knew he wasn't the kind of disciplined and courteous guy but you expected better from him. The fact that he was telling everyone that he fucked you and calling you milf like you were a score on his scoreboard was really not cool.

The next day you got ready and went to knock at Tannyhill. Ward opened you with a huge smile. “Hello sweet, how are you?”

"Everything's great. Your son is very adorable."

Ward had brought you into the house, and you had seen the whole family at the table. “Oh am I disturbing?” you pretended to be concerned.

“No, of course not.”

"Actually, it'll be quick. I heard your daughter Wheezie was looking for a tutor. And I wanted to offer myself. It'll be my way to thank your son."

While saying that, your gaze was fixed on Rafe who also didn't take his eyes off you.

It didn't take long for Ward to introduce you to the family.

After the meal, Rafe had taken you upstairs to his room before pinning you against the wall.

“What’s your problem?!”

"No, what's your problem?! Tutoring Wheezie? Don't make me believe you have any degree? Girls like you don't seem to bother studying."

"Wow...you can be really mean when you want. I saw the offer online, and I volunteered, that's all. No need for a fuss. I need to work, rafe. It's called life. ”

"Don't make me think you don't have intentions behind it. Suddenly you want to help Wheezie?"

He had laughed, his tongue poking inside his cheek. “Well, okay.”

" What ? "

"I needed some new faces for my frat house. Your son will do it. Don't you mind that he joined my party? It will have plenty of choices, there is a lot of girls there. Hotter than his fucking brat mom. "

“I beg your pardon?”

“What? It’s the frat concept, we’re brothers. And i'm gonna help my new bro. ”

"You really want to play that? You know, tutoring is easy. But you know what's even easier for me Rafe? It's being a mother. Being a mother to Wheezie is..."

“You’re really crazy, don’t you?”

“I think I just found someone who matched my freak then.”

“I dare you to approach Wheezie.”

“See you soon, Rafe. Oh and I forgot to say. ”

“ What ? ”

“ Did your father always be friendly with ‘neighbors' or your stepmom is so boring that he wouldn't mind having an affair ? I'm joking. Call me when you have time. Oh and you should invite me to those frat parties.”

“ Why i will do that ? ”

“ Stop bragging about it, your bros want some shows, Rafe. And i'm willing to give them. Just for you. ”

[hanasnx]

work dad

MINORS DNI 18+ PART ONE ✩ PART TWO ✩ PART THREE

“‘Work-dad,’ huh?” your co-star, HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN, goads while he relentlessly bullies your poor cunt. Battered and abused, your puffy folds swell around his fat cock digging into you. You’re breathing is labored because his big hands are palming the back of your neck in a nelson hold. “‘Work-dad...’” he repeats in awe, winded from effort. Your back lays against his chest, legs tucked up as you strain to watch every inch of his length piston into you. For an old man, he sure knows how to give it to you, his experience showing through in his endurance as he keeps you pinned against him. “You think that interviewer knows what we’ve been up to? You and your work-dad?”

You cry out, a sharp pang of pleasure shooting up your spine as your arms remain arrested above your head. His hot breath washes over you, talking into you while he’s fucking you. “Please, Hayden, fuck—“ your broken words earn you a deep snicker in your ear. Voice weighed down by his years of smoking them out reverberates, and he pecks the shell of your ear affectionately.

“‘Hayden?’” he questions, amused. “So you call me my name here,” The squelching sounds of your conjoined sexes grows louder, filling the room. “but tell strangers you think of me as what? You’re not getting shy, are you?” It’s true, the first time you called him your work-dad was a joke in front of an interviewer, he had no idea that’s even remotely what you thought of him. You’re not even sure why you said it other than his age and experience, far surpassing your own. Your legs are falling asleep being stuck in this hold, but your eyes are rolling into the back of your head, limp and lulling. As if every time he pulls out he pulls your spine along with it.

“M’not! No!” you yelp, desperate to please him.

“Alright, so say it. Tell me it again.” he pants, husky and hot. You squirm to the best of your ability, and you feel him flex around you, keeping where he wants you on top of him. “Uh-uh. Use those words, pretty girl. My daughter uses her fucking words.”

[ghostbsuter]

Damian was 10 when he was shipped off to his father.

He was 10 when he finally decided enough was enough, packed his stuff, called Mara, and the ball went rolling.

The moment Talia left the mansion, the DNA test confirmed, and Bruce emotionally compromised, did he finally move.

He'd stared his father down, felt nothing when he stood up and mild annoyance bloomed when his father asked– demanded– where he was going.

"You're a fool if you believe I will stay here." He spat, eyening the man in disdain.

It became very apparent that Damian wasn't what Bruce thought he'd be, what Talia thought he was.

"Your mother entrusted me with your safety–"

"I don't need protection. Mother wouldn't care if I stayed or not." He blinks. "Where is the cave? I wish to use the computer, I have people to contact."

Reluctantly, Bruce shows him the way, questions of who and why, and the plans he apparently had were asked.

Damian answers with vague wordings and enough open spaces for interpretation. Words greatest detective, he can figure it out himself without damian spelling it out for him.

When they do arrive in the batcave, Tim Drake— Robin— was sitting at the computer.

Huffing, Damian shoved the entire chair away from the table, taking its place and started typing.

"W— hey! What—? Who?" Tim looked between Bruce and Damian, despite being sleep deprived his eyes caught on the similarities, mouth dry and mind calculating.

"Does Dick know?" Is all he asks, leaning back and watching the younger boy work.

"Not yet."

A heavy sigh.

"Silence," the boy huffs, annoyed. "I'll have to make a call."

Glaring daggers, he pulls out a old burner phone, pressing the single number saved inside and waits.

"Damian."

"Hello, brother."

('Oh. Did he have another?' Tim wonders, watching Batman's face, blank like a paper sheet. Nothing. It feels like all his efforts of bringing the man back were just flushed.)

—

Or in simpler words:

Danyal al Ghul, the first successor of the demons head, born with his twin Athanasia al Ghul, to be the future of the league.

They were reborn with their former memories, stuck in place, constantly watched and trained. Manipulated. Weaponized.

All for a man playing immortal.

They'd only started planning when two more children came into the picture, Damian and Mara Al Ghul.

Danyal now Daniel "Danny" and Athanasia now Eleanor "Ellie" Nightingale took matters into their own hands and separated to take the kids in and end this.

End the league. End the cycle of whatever this, this cult is, and take over.

In many universes, Ra's al Ghul does not die, always returns, wielding his people like mere weapons.

In this universe, Danyal al Ghul is acknowledged as a traitor, killer of the Demons head and Older Brother, borderline father even, to his tiny brother Damian al Ghul.

In this universe, he raises Damian instead of Talia, shows him the cracks of this careful manipulated picture and listens when Ellie tells of her travels to this tiny child with a sad sad fate.

In this universe, Ellie takes in their tiny cousin, shielding her from the cruel eyes of a man not worthy. She trains her, shows her the ropes and takes her along when she leaves.

In this universe, Damian al Ghul and Mara al Ghul live a good live, protected by the twins of old souls and have a somewhat normal if not very complicated childhood.

[jesuistrestriste]

but like just imagine patrick in his late 30s/early 40s obsessed with a girl younger than him, like mid-twenties: they go out and he just can't keep his hands off of her, his large hand on her thigh ALL evening

he’s so possessive of her too like he can’t keep himself from staring down any other dude who even so much as looks in her direction. he’s got his hand on her thigh when they’re sitting down, or on her hip when they’re standing. he’s always gotta have some point of connection with her body; a tether; to let others know what’s his.. and to kindly tell them to fuck off.

and it’s weird bc he notices a lot of other older men in particular are trying to get her attention, but he’s like ?? ‘those guys are fucking creeps’ as if he’s not also in the creep category for getting with a girl that looks like she could be his niece or his daughter. he’s a hypocrite !

[calisources]

𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒, 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐏𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

All sentences were taken from difference media about age gap and age difference relationships, all acceptable relationships within consenting adults with age differences. Please do not use for teenagers or taboo relationships. These have some foul language or suggestive undertones so please beware. You can change names, pronouns, locations as you see fit.

I bet it doesn’t feel like this with that boy of yours, does it?

You’ll never know when I’m going to drag you into the darkness, pumping my cock into one of your tight holes. And you’ll take every inch like a good little girl.

What a tiny life we’d live if we fashioned ourselves to the comforts of others.

I think I'm a little old for that, love.

No, not old. But you're, you know, a man.

Tell me that you've never had anyone else. I want you to pretend.

You show me things I've forgotten.

Sometimes I think you must have seen it all before. That I can't show you anything new.

I like you as you are, he said. Even if you're going to wear me out.

I’m rough with your body sometimes, but I’ll always be gentle with your soul. She bruises far more easily.

This prince is a few years younger than you, and does not have much experience.

I must have forgotten how young you would be, Princess. Has there ever been a sovereign of such tender age?

Who is to say what love is or what it wants to be, the shape it takes, or how quickly it comes on? Love has always made a fool of time.

I don’t feel old. As a matter of fact, sitting here with you makes me feel older, not younger. Nothing is rubbing off.

Mr. Rochester was about forty, and this governess not twenty; and you see, when gentlemen of his age fall in love with girls, they are often like as if they were bewitched.

He's old enough to be your father.

Tonks deserves somebody young and whole.

But she wants you. And after all, Remus, young and whole men do not necessarily remain so.

Age is no barrier. It's a limitation you put on your mind.

Age considers; youth ventures.

Age, like distance lends a double charm. 

I'm a strong believer that a good relationship can work, whatever the situation. 

Love knows no boundaries, not even the ones defined by age.

Don’t let society’s judgment define your love. Follow your heart, despite the age difference.

Most people would be upset they get an old man as their husband.  

Do not worry about your age, Ser. The lady pays attention not to age but prowess.

I will not let time choose my lovers for me. I trust my own judgement. 

You should look to more prosperous gardens, Your Grace.

I was sixteen years old when you were born.

No doubt you were much my superior in judgement at that period of our lives; but does not the lapse of one-and-twenty years bring our understandings a good deal nearer?

Come, my dear Emma, let us be friends, and say no more about it. 

I have seldom seen a face or figure more pleasing to me than hers. But I am a partial old friend.

If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.

We spend more time discussing this matter than being together as a couple. And I believe you are doing it on purpose.

You think my attention is as fickle that I would look elsewhere.

Perhaps it would be you who looks elsewhere. A handsome older man must have youthful maidens at his disposal.

If we were closer in age, it would've been fine.

I have loved you since the moment I helped you with your zipper. 

Would it make you feel better if I call you Daddy while you fuck me?

You’ll be a silver fox before 40 at this rate.

Well, it’s definitely your fault. You stress me out. You’re making my hair turn white.

It’s easy to cast opinions when your heart isn’t the one invested.

I hope you love me, because I love you like crazy, and I'm going to want you the rest of my life.

You already know the truth. And I will be by your side, but I am not good for you.

I am tired of others getting to choose who is good for me. You do that quite often, frequently. 

You'll keep your name. You'll keep your will. You'll have your own servants to attend you— you will have everything you ask for.

Don't ask me to let you do. Do you understand? Do not ask me.

It might be best for us, for myself, if I found myself useful elsewhere.

I wish you could just slow down so I could catch up to you.

Stamina is not an issue. But rather what others will whisper.

When are you going to get over this? All I did was touch your leg.

Why would it matter if someone saw you saying hello to me?

But it’s nice to be around you. Like I haven’t lost a decade of my life.

I been in love with you since I was six, fool. 

I will always belong to you, but I’m afraid there will be others after me. I’m not a young man/woman.

A kiss ... a muse. It is a question, an unlocked door. It is ... elation ... and anguish.

You have treated me better than any young man my age. Why should I go for either of them? 

Young men are eager lovers. I prefer my lovers to take their time. I’m sure with men is the same.

You make me feel really safe. i’m not used to that.

You gave an old man purpose again. And that is more than I can ask of you.

I was a child then, with a crush and a dream. As I grew, dreams changed but you remain the one in my dreams.

I have thought about kissing you a lot. What would that make me?

I have more in common with you than men my age.

Do not pretend to think what I think.

More recently, there are rumors she prefers her lovers to be younger. Truth to be told, I don’t blame her.

I will teach you in time, but for now restrain me and have your way with me. I don’t want to think, I just want to feel.

We have never done anything to be ashamed of. You’ve never done anything to be ashamed of.

Personally, I think the difference keeps us interesting in another another. 

You can teach me all you wish, and I can learn. I know I can.

There is always a wild side to an innocent face.

You are being too forward right now, my lady. Be careful.

There would be other loves. Even great loves. But she was right, only one remained perfect.

Maybe there are some people you marry and people you love.

Just so you know, you're a natural lover. Your body expresses beautifully what's in your heart.

I have never felt so alive... as when I am in your arms.

A 5 to 7 relationship is a relationship outside of marriage.

You're older than I am, you're wiser I'm sure and you've seen much more of the world.

[brekitten]

The Family Plan, dpxdc edition

Danyal Al Ghul walked away from the assassin life when he was 13, just a year after Damian was sent to their father at age 9. Well, “walked away” probably wasn't the best way to describe it. He had escaped, because the Heir to the Demon's Head would never be allowed to simply leave the League of Assassins.

It wasn't too long after he escaped into the United States that he met Jasmine “Jazz” Fenton. She and her parents were attending a scientist convention of some sort, and she had bumped into Danyal at the entrance. Soon enough, she was introducing him to her parents. Danyal Al Ghul soon became Daniel “Danny” Fenton.

He had only planned on using them to craft a fake identity, so the League had less of a chance of finding him. He didn't plan to get attached, but he did. He didn't regret it.

Danny was fourteen when he died in the portal and became Phantom. He was fifteen when the League finally found him. Grandfather and Mother were not pleased.

[pezhead]

Hello!

I have been following your age gap au for a bit and love it so much. Man, if he had hair, Leo’s is gonna be gray by the time he’s ready for the surface, running around after all his brothers. Poor kid needs a bit of a break.

Do you have any drawings/ideas for Donnie and Leo bonding at all? They’re one of my favorite underrated duos in 12.

[hatorishimaselfship]

😚 Write about the first time something romantic happened between you and your F/O.

Under cut!

Word Count: 1,401 Warnings: Age gap, Adult x Minor, Body Transformation Mention, Curses

The day had already been a long one for Hatorishima, and classes were about to switch over - she’d be getting new students any week now. It filled her with a little bit of excitement, but also dread. She was just a teaching assistant, rather than the proper teacher, so it wasn’t as daunting as it could have been but students could be rowdy. Even here, where most people knew to sit politely and listen in on their lessons, it’s not unheard of for a few delinquents to slip through the cracks. This had her up all night baking several goods to calm herself - cookies, lemon bars, blondies, and more. She even had two slices of chocolate cake saved in a tupperware for her lunch break. She forgot to eat them when her lunch break came around, and the end of the day approached.

Meanwhile, Yashiro Nene, a first-year highschooler had gotten into several scrapes that day. She had eaten a mermaid’s scale, becoming cursed to retain the form of a fish forever and serve under a mermaid. She had encountered the ghost known as Hanako-san, one who split the curse between himself and Nene to allow her to become human again, as long as she wasn’t wet - and worked under him. Hatorishima had overheard the scuffle and witnessed the situation, being adept at spotting yokai. That Hanako-san ghost had told poor Yashiro he’d allow her the “bare minimum” of a normal life.

Yashiro seemed mostly okay with this, even working under him, as long as she got to be human. She was made to clean the girls’ bathroom for the end of the day as Hatorishima graded papers, worried about the girl and how things would fall when the full emotional weight finally hit her. Yashiro may not have been her student yet, but a student cursed by yokai was her student regardless of classes.

Once the bell had chimed and Yashiro was freed from her restroom cleaning prison, she began to pass by Hatorishima’s classroom - now was the teaching assistant’s chance - the teacher had left earlier that day, and nobody else was in sight. Hatorishima opened the door and got to speaking, a little nervous, especially when Nene jumped back in fright.

“A-ah! Sorry for scaring you.” Hatorishima began, thinking over the student records of her class-to-be. “Yashiro Nene, correct?” A small nod from the student to confirm, Hatorishima smiling slightly as she manages to muster up the courage to bring everything up. “You’ll be in my English class next week - though, I’m a teaching assistant, not a teacher - Um, I… saw what happened today.”

Nene’s taken aback, not sure how to respond. What happened today? She can’t just tell a teacher she got turned into a fish! They’d never believe her, she has to think of whatever else it was that this person might’ve seen! “O-oh! Um, if it’s about the bento… Um, I didn’t mean to scare Minamimoto-senpai! I just wanted to gift him something nice! I didn’t know he’d get so worried! Very sorry, miss!” she begins to ramble, wanting to make sure she doesn’t get into too much trouble, waving her arms frantically.

The teaching assistant chuckles a little, not to make fun of Nene, but to try and reassure her things were okay. “No, not that. You’ve not done anything wrong, Yashiro-san.” Hatorishima confirms. “I can see yokai, and I saw what that ghost had you go through. Becoming a fish… the mermaid in the classroom… it must have been so scary for you, huh?” her voice softens, wanting to make sure Nene knows she’s not being scolded. “As your English class’s teaching assistant for the year, starting next week, and someone that can see yokai - I wanted to offer you a safe person to talk to whenever things become difficult with that ghost or yokai in general. You can speak to me whenever you want, even if I’m busy with class. My name’s Hatorishima Hajime, but feel free to avoid the Sensei honorific, I’m not a full teacher.”

Yashiro, hearing about the situation being related to the yokai - the seven mysteries - the thing she was trying to avoid mentioning, causes her to pause for a moment as she processes the information. “WH-WH-WHAAA!?” She exclaims, her face full of shock. “PLEASE DON’T TELL ANYONE ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED, HATORISHIMA-SENPAI!” Yashiro begs. Senpai - She’s still older than Nene, and it feels wrong to not use an honorific at all.

Hatorishima shakes her head, tone still soft. “Don’t worry, Yashiro-san. I wouldn’t air your struggles openly when they seem to be causing you a lot of stress… and for Hanako-san telling you he’d only give you the bare minimum of a normal life… it’s incredibly cruel.” Hatorishima reaches into her bag, pulling out her tupperware - both slices of chocolate cake still in tact, neither eaten.

Yashiro finally notices the weight of those words - the bare minimum of a normal life… not a full life, like she wanted. The bare minimum. It would mean there’s so much that she doesn’t get offered. The potential she never ends up marrying… the potential she never moves in with the person of her dreams, when she finds them… the potential that she’d never get to have enough time with her friends. She begins to tear up, the tears slowly turning into full-blown crying.

“Bare minimum…?” she whimpers. “He did say that… didn’t he?” Her voice shaky, her eyes cloudy from the water flowing from her tear ducts. “Hatorishima-senpai… does that mean I won’t have a full normal life?” She questions - if this teaching assistant can see yokai, she might know what yokai mean more.

“It might, Yashiro-san…” Hatorishima admits, not wanting to lie to this girl despite her age. If she’s truly being limited, it’s best to be honest… however, it doesn’t sit right with her to let this girl go through such a heavy struggle alone. She can’t stand those words from the ghost. Bare minimum? It doesn’t just fail to sit right, Hatorishima’s sure that it isn’t right.

“You agreed to Hanako-san’s terms, but… Are you really okay with that, Yashiro-san?”

“Of course not!” Nene manages to give back, looking up to the woman with her eyes still leaking tears, scales forming on her cheeks from the moisture - it’s clear the curse wasn’t fully mitigated when that happens, too - such a heavy consequence for only a partial fix to the curse. Hatorishima is certain this ghost isn’t treating Nene well.

Hatorishima inhales, and gently brings Nene closer, into a hug - she knows she shouldn’t hug a student like this, but Nene seems to really need it. “I know, Yashiro-san… it’s really scary.” She gently comments, rubbing her back. “I really shouldn’t be saying this to a student, but… if Hanako-san won’t offer you a full life as a consequence of agreeing to his terms… how does it sound if I try to give you one?” She thinks on how to explain this to Nene, wanting to come up with the right phrasing, hoping it wouldn’t appear as odd - before stating it outright.

“I’m an adult, so… I’d open up a lot more opportunities for you that ghosts like Hanako and friends your age might not be able to. Ones that your parents might not be able to, as well, if you don’t want to explain the curse.”

As Nene is hugged and reassured, she feels herself calming down, even if the tears don’t stop and her cheeks stay stained wet with her crying, she’s able to muster a response. “You’d really do that for me, Hatorishima-senpai?” she questions, to be met with a nod in response. She starts to smile again, hugging the teaching assistant tighter than the initial embrace began. “I… I think I’d like that. Um… if you’re going to be involved in my life so much to help with that… you can call me Nene-chan now.” she mumbles under her breath - hoping Hatorishima might need to ask again, but the green-haired adult picked up on it the first time.

“... You’ve been crying, Nene-chan.” she points out - an obvious statement, but one that needs addressed - she points toward her classroom desk and the tupperware. “How about we get you some water or ramune, and you can share the chocolate cake I baked? Let’s calm you down before home. It’ll mark a nice start to your spiting-Hanako full life”

[hypewinter]

The JLA is discussing a get together for all the members with children. That's when Phantom walks in and overhears the conversation. "Oh! Should I bring my daughter too?" Everyone goes quiet. Since when did Phantom have a daughter!?

[hanasnx]

just the idea of casually sitting on Hayden's lap while he's distracted and just not being able to control your hormones as you slowly get turned on. Eventually, your pussy automatically starts to pulse and clench onto nothing, causing Hayden to cooly whisper in your ear how he can feel it

MINORS DNI 18+

Sitting on HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN's lap wasn't unusual. He'd led you on with his big hand taking yours, luring you over to take your spot where you belong. In a way, you'd been waiting for his attention, and this is a small example of when he can give it to you while he's busy.

You pick at the corner of his laptop, occupying yourself as he fills out his forms for his agent. Getting back into the acting game meant he had to update a lot of information, and it's late. In an attempt to distract yourself, you had refused to look at the clock on the screen, but now you feel like you've been there for hours.

A peck to the spot behind your ear jars you out of your trance of staring into space and you glance expectantly behind you. "Almost done, sweetheart, I promise." he tells you, even though you didn't ask, he can tell you're getting antsy. A single bounce to his knee bumps against your cunt that lays on his thigh. You know he hadn't meant to, but he had unknowingly stirred you. Nevertheless, you try to remain still as he looms over your shoulder, scrolling and typing every so often, sometimes would jot notes down. You peer over his large hand and his scribbling pen to see annotations about changes in his contracts he'd like to address. Obviously this is important work.

Your working man. Booked and busy and in-demand. That expression of idle concentration on his pretty features, aged to perfection. You press your lips together when you unconsciously adjust in your seat, seeking out that little drop of friction you'd experienced when he'd bounced you on his knee. An arm reaches past you, caging you in a loose embrace that snaps you out of your pleasure-driven stupor. You watch two wide hands type at the keys with a satisfying clack, and you don't notice his warm presence pressing closer and closer until his cheek can nudge the side of your head. Close enough that his breath washes over the shell of your ear.

Once you deem it safe, you rock your hips marginally. Only for a second, so as to give yourself that fleeting sense of relief without alerting him, you know his attention is best served on his work right now.

Those hands move, clutching onto your hips to draw you back and settle further into his lap. He must be getting annoyed with all your moving, so you take it as a sign to be still as he goes back to his notes. Out of shame, you bite your lip and bow your head, but another loving and encouraging peck to your hair makes you perk up.

It's been only a few minutes, but you're still experiencing that ache. Loose and damp, it's waiting to be filled with something. The mere idea of it shoots an acute sting up your core. That powerful flutter pulses through you, trying to desperately latch onto nothing at the idea that you might get lucky and Hayden'll cockwarm you.

You consider it might be best for you to excuse yourself so you can give him some space, but you feel his presence loom over you, pressing your back fully to his chest. Plump lips graze the shell of your ear, whispering a secret, "I can feel you." And your cheeks burn.

[blorbocedes]

teach me, walk me, ride me

charles/nico, rule 63, they're both girls, 2k, mentor/protege, monaco it girls

summary:

Nico hadn't meant to take Charles under her wing. In fact, she was fully ready to watch the poor thing flounder and drown in the ruthless and cutting old money Monegasque high society.

But Charles was the first female F1 driver since Lewis Hamilton, and that - for better or for worse - intrigued her.