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mvskedxrtist · 8 months

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Under the Sea

Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: PwP (Porn with plot), Tentacles, Mommy Kink, Overstimulation, and Praise

Nᴏᴛᴇ: I saw a lot of people actually liked the first one I posted so I'm doing one of my favorite first years from Twisted Wonderland! Please enjoy and reblogs are greatly appreciated. I'll also say for this one specifically, NRC is co-ed for this to work.

Azul Sister!Reader x Deuce Spade - Under the Sea

Another day, another deal, another contract. That was normal between you and your younger brother Azul. He had done his usual routine of offering his help with finals, and the numbers were definitely increasing than what happened last year.

"225 new contracts, huh little brother." You asked him with a smile while leaning against the office wall, watching him look over what he gathered. "Much more than last year, dear sister." He told him with the same sadistic smile you had on yourself. The initial idea of offering their help was your idea anyway since your first year which lead to Azul doing it when he joined.

The next day while Azul was talking to a client in his office, you were observing the Mostro Lounge for him. Sitting by the counter, you were ordering some of the people with anemones on their heads, looking into the kitchen now and then so nothing bad happened. When you heard the doors open and saw the Tweels, you got up from your chair and walked over. "Well well well! So these are the new people that got trapped as well.. How hilarious!"

Dᴇᴜᴄᴇ's Pᴏᴠ

Oh we had really gotten ourselves into trouble. And ouch do these anemones hurt. Me and Ace were getting dragged into Mostro Lounge during lunch which I had to deal with Ace's complaints about the pain. When it did stop and we were in front of the Tweels, I had shifted slightly and turned to see the most beautiful girl leaning against the counter.

She was dressed in the same Housewarden outfit Azul would wear but with some things adjusted so students didn't think she was the Housewarden. The pants seemed a bit tighter on her than everyone else, it really showed how thick her thighs were in the pants and- NO! I shouldn't be thinking about my upperclassman like that! I have to stop staring.

Nᴏʀᴍᴀʟ Pᴏᴠ

You had smiled and rested your body against Jade, knowing he'd keep you steady before giving them all a cocky smile. "Finally you showed. Ok Tweels, you can get back to work. As for you two new people.. I'll just have you serve tables for today!" It was a simple task indeed, but anything could be turned complicated in an instant.

Seeing the dark orange haired boy ask his other two friends without anemones to help them with the task was funny a bit. So desperate even though it was easy, just how you usually liked it.

So where did you land when Azul pulled you into his office and explained the deal of a lifetime. And all you had to do was stop the small group not get that picture from the Atlantic Museum? It seemed simple enough.

It was simple enough. Way too simple. So you decided to have some fun. Especially with the boy you caught glancing at you. While you were in your merform (a dark and muted green cecaelia), you had spotted the group of Yuu, Jack, Ace, and your lovely target Deuce along with the Tweels who were also in their merforms messing around with them.

You had stepped back slightly while watching the Tweels play around with them before letting your tentacles wrap around Deuce's arms and pull him back towards your looming figure. "H-huh?! Wait... [N-name?!]" The boy looked in shock by your merform as you chuckled and leaned closer to him.

"You're absolutely correct, cutie~" You whispered in his ear before letting another tentacle take Deuce's pants off. "I've noticed you stare at me a few times when you're called for your job in the Mostro Lounge... So why not fulfill your fantasy?~"

Right after you said that, Deuce started squirming when he felt a tentacle go inside of his ass. This was such a new experience for him, it felt a bit weird but maybe he'd like it. The tentacle inside of him started pump in and out of him like a makeshift cock while you actually did grab his cock an started jerking him off. "W-wait no! Nghhh~" He groaned softly from the pleasure of both sides, looking up at you while he couldn't do much in your grasp.

Another tentacle had slid inside of Deuce which made him moan out softly for you. He was excited for what you'd do next, the pleasure felt amazing to him. "M-mommy~" He moaned out while you kept jerking him off, going fast as your tentacles inside of him matched your speed. "Aww, is my good boy close?~" You teased him an chuckled, leaning forward to kiss his neck and leave your mark on him while stimulating him.

"H-hahh— I'm gonna-!" Deuce shuddered before he came all over your hand, the boy already looking exhausted from his orgasm. "Good job dear!~" You cheered for him and kissed his neck again, seeing the second hickey on him. He thought that you two were now done sinc he had came, but he could still feel the tentacles inside of him move faster, making him whimper and whine for you.

You shook your hand slightly, watching the cum instantly get washed into the ocean before turning to look back at him. "M-mommy..~ I-I'm so sensitive—" Deuce whined and panted softly from pleasure before he had came again in the ocean, feeling hypersensitive of pleasure.

"Oh but we've just begun, baby boy~ and isn't this nice to lose your virginity Deuce? Under the sea?~"

#top reader #my writing #femdxm #fem reader #twisted wonderland #deuce x reader #deuce spade #heartslabyul #tentacles #night raven college #mvsked.writing #octavinelle #sub character #submisive and breedable #top fem reader #dom reader #dom fem reader

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jmdbjk · 5 months

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Harley biker dude

No one:

Me: The two helmets:

The Maywood II Sun Shield Open Face $225

And the H-D Brawler Full Face $500

I can only imagine in my wildest dreams seeing him roar off on his Harley(s).

FYI, the Harley-Davidson shop in Seoul is at the junction of Itaewon-ro and Hannam-daero, the street Jimin's apartment is on ... jus' sayin'

#jungkook is a biker dude

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lilac-rose-writes · 3 months

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Monty: *Trying to fill out legal paperwork stuff* Were you guys born AMAB or AFAB? Carla: Bold of you to assume I was born at all. Penny: I personally was created in a lab. Jerome: I just straight up spawned lol.

Principal: Why are you on the floor? Applegate: I'm depressed. Applegate: Also I was stabbed, can you call an ambulance?

Felix: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds. Ted: FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!? Felix: No! Four to five seconds! Ted: Too late!!!

Kid: How petty can you get? Monty: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

Ted: .. .----. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.-- [translation: I’M SORRY] Carla: What's that? Ted: Remorse code :( Carla: I'm even angrier now.

Jerome: Sometimes I drink milk straight out of the container. Cindy: The cow??? Buggs: What? Jerome: Cindy, W H Y?

Lily: Time for plan G. Kid: Don’t you mean plan B? Lily: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties. Billy: What about plan D? Lily: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago. Kid: What about plan E? Billy: I’m hoping not to use it. Cindy dies in plan E. Lily: I like plan E.

Felix: Can you keep a secret? Kid: Do you know anything about my life? Felix: No I do not. Good point.

Lunch Lady: Do you have any skeletons in your closet? Janitor: You mean literally or figuratively? Lunch Lady: Honestly, the fact that I have to specify...

Ted: You're 'the second worst thing to ever happen to those orphans', what does that mean? Felix: It means i was second worst thing to happen to those orphans. Ted: but what’s the first worst thing? *Awkward pause* Felix: Teddy, they...they weren’t always orphans. Ted: ...

Nugget: Goodbye Pretty Lily! Goodbye Friend Billy! Goodbye Bully Buggs! Goodbye Mean Cindy! Goodbye Pretty Lily! Jerome: You said ‘bye Lily’ twice. Nugget: Nugget likes the Pretty Lily.

Buggs: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve. Kid: I think you mean cards. Buggs, pulling knives out of his sleeves: No, I do not.

Carla: *Posts a super low-quality image to the group chat* Ozzy: If I had a dollar for every pixel in this image, I’d have 15 cents Carla: If I had a dollar for every ounce of rage I felt in my body after I read this text, I would have enough money to buy a cannon to fire at you Monty: Actually I did the math, Ozzy would have $225, not $0.15. Carla: Fam I’m right here.... Penny: If I had a dollar I would buy a can of soda :) Billy: while you’re there could you buy me an apply juice please? Penny: Sorry I only have a dollar :( Billy: :(( Jerome: Hey I just realized my friend is right, Ozzy would have $22,500 because it's a dollar for every pixel, not a cent Penny: If I had $22,500 I would buy a can of soda and an apply juice Ozzy: You can buy anything you want with $22,500 Carla: Yeah and she wants soda and apply juice Monty: Apply juice to what Billy: Directly to the forehead Lily: Great chat everyone

Jerome: A theif. Monty: Thief? Jerome: Theif. Monty: I before E, except after C. Jerome: Thceif. Monty: No.

Bob, driving Penny and Billy: So how was your day? Penny: We almost got surprise adopted! Bob: What? Billy: We almost got kidnapped. Bob: Oh, okay. Bob: *slams on the breaks* WAIT WHAT?!

Carla: If you had to choose between Jerome and all the money I have in my wallet, which would you choose? Monty: That depends, how much money are we taking about? Jerome: Monty! Carla: 63 cents. Monty: I'll take the money. Jerome: MONTY!!

Ted, at a restaurant: You guys should get the orange soda, it's amazing. Kid: Okay Waiter: Can I get you guys anything to drink? Ted: Orange soda, please! Felix: I'll have the strawberry soda. Kid: Me too, strawberry soda. Ted:

Carla: I can explain. Penny: Can you? Carla: If you give me thirty seconds to think of a lie.

Billy: I turned out perfectly fine! Lily: Billy, this morning you thought a ghost made your toast Billy: I DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN! YOU DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN!!!

Jerome: What are your goals? Kid: To pet all the cats. Jerome: No, fitness goals. Kid: To be able to run fast enough to pet all the cats.

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livyjh · 1 year

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Unexpected Visitor ch.2

Din Djarin x Reader

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+

Word count: 2.3k

Entire work can be found on ao3 here

Chapter 1 (with links to all other chapters) is here

A/N: I think there’s gonna be more chapters after this too 👀 thank you to @niiight-dreamerrrr for inspiring me to write this chapter!!

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It wasn’t like you spent every moment of every day thinking about him… but it was often.

For someone who had sex for a living, you sure thought about it a lot. Sex with the Mandalorian, specifically.

It had been roughly six months since you saw him for the first time and each passing day you feared it would also be the last. It didn’t help that you had dreams about him every other night. Wet dreams about him fucking you hard enough to make your toes curl, about him taking off the makerforsaken helmet and eating you out like it was his last meal.

You shook your head a little to make the thoughts go away. You were on the clock, after all.

A handsome young man walked in and the other girls were quick to jump on the opportunity, swooning over him and offering their services. Eventually, one of them took him to a room.

A couple regulars came in, looking for their regular mistresses, and soon, you were all alone.

Your stomach churned. It was just like the day you met the Mandalorian. Except you weren’t sweating from every pore on your body. But it wasn’t cold either.

You liked to play this game with yourself, taunt yourself, torture yourself.

He could walk in at any second. You thought.

You heard footsteps and your heart nearly leapt out of your chest.

It’s gonna be him. You fooled yourself.

Your jaw dropped as the familiar shine of beskar armor peeked through the door.

“Fuck.” You whispered, trying to regain composure.

There’s no fucking way you just manifested him into existence. This was a dream. You were hallucinating.

“Hello.” The Mandalorian spoke, voice even more gravely and dripping of sex than you remembered.

“H- hey, hi, um- “ you stumbled over your words. “Welcome back. I mean-“ fuck. You didn’t mean to immediately reveal that you remembered who he was. But then again, who else have you ever seen that looks like him? No one.

His shoulders moved as if he huffed a silent laugh and your stomach dropped. Maker, this was embarrassing.

He walked forward to you, reaching into a pouch and handing you credits. “Still 200?” He asked.

“Prices went up. 225.” You gulped.

He handed you more credits. More than just 25. Had to have been at least 50. “That should cover it.” He stated.

“Yes. Thank you, Mando.” You smiled at him and put the credits in the pocket of your robe. It was thicker than the one you wore during the summer, a lot less revealing.

You could feel his eyes rake over you as you stood there for a moment.

“Uh, come with me.” You nodded, gesturing for him to follow you.

You went to the only bedroom available, glad it was the biggest one. Inside, there was a bed, dresser, loveseat, and even a privately connected fresher with a shower.

Your head was spinning, wondering what he might possibly do with you this time.

The second the door closed, he was on you. Strong, gloved hands tugged at your robe, pulling it off of you and tossing it to the floor, credits making a clinking sound.

You were already breathing hard, feeling yourself get wet as both of his hands came to cover your breasts, squeezing them, pushing them together to emphasize your cleavage.

“You remembered me.” He breathed.

“Of course. You’re… unique.” You licked your lips.

He knelt down and pulled your panties down to your ankles, letting you step out of them. He wanted a good view of your pussy when he fingered you this time.

He tapped on the insides of your knees and you spread your legs for him, widening your stance. He removed his gloves and tossed them onto the loveseat behind him before gripping the backs of your thighs and bringing you closer.

One of his large hands trailed around to the front of your thigh, moving up until his thumb brushed against your clit.

“Fuck-“ you gasped quietly.

He rubbed it in little circles as you braced yourself, hands on the armor plates covering his shoulders.

He played with your clit until your legs were shaking. You wanted to say you were close but you needed more.

Could Mandalorians read minds? You wondered.

Because now his middle finger was teasing your entrance, your wet pussy throbbing against his digit.

“Mando, please, Maker-“ you pleaded, begging him to push inside.

“Greedy.” He nearly growled the word as he pushed his finger up into your heat.

You whined, leaning forward and putting more of your weight on his shoulders, your legs having a hard time holding you up by themselves.

“Fucking dripping for me.” The Mandalorian hummed, pulling his thick finger out before shoving it back in and making you squeak in pleasure.

“Been dreaming about you coming back.” You moaned, staring at the top of his helmet through hooded lids.

He actually did huff a laugh this time. Shit, maybe you shouldn’t have said that.

“Sweet girl, been thinking about my cock?” He looked up at you.

You bit your lip and nodded, breathing hard through your nose.

He continued to watch you as he pushed a second finger inside, thumb pressing against your clit once more.

A string of curses left your mouth as he thrusted the digits in and out of you. Your eyes slipped closed and he found that special spot inside you again.

“Oh, Maker, fuck-!” You gasped, your nerves on fire.

“Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” Mando asked in a low voice.

You nodded, opening your eyes once more to see the top of his helmet, as his visor was focused on your dripping cunt.

His free hand grabbed your ass, groping it and kneading it. Your hips tilted forward so he could go a little deeper, and he did, and that’s what put you over the edge.

“Ma- Mando, I’m c- cumming… fuck, I’m cumming.” You speak under your breath, just loud enough for him to hear as your orgasm shatters the world around you.

You’re thankful your knees don’t give out as his fingers continue fucking you, hitting your g-spot each time.

As you come down, he pulls his fingers from you slowly. He stares at them for a moment before lifting his helmet just slightly, bringing his wet fingers to his mouth. Maker, it almost made you cum again.

You couldn’t see anything of his face from this angle, but you could hear him moaning around his fingers as he tasted you, and that would fuel you for weeks if not months.

He lowered his hand and his helmet, standing up again. “Knew you were gonna taste good.”

You couldn’t muster up a response, just nodding at him.

He stepped forward, making you step back towards the bed. You sat down on the edge and laid down, scooting back until he was settled between your legs.

Your brain was slow to fire after the orgasm, but you finally thought of something to say. “Could taste me directly if you took the helmet off.” You smirked.

“You’re making it tempting.” He admitted.

This made something shine inside of you and you tried not to smile too wide.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it.” He purred, hand reaching up to release your breasts from the sheer fabric holding them.

He was right. You loved the helmet. As much as you wanted to know what he looked like, the helmet was… alluring.

You smiled shyly, reaching down to grab at the front of his pants. You found his cock easily through the fabric, wrapping your hand around it as best as you could. “I wanna taste it.” You nearly whined.

“That gonna cost extra?” He asked.

You laughed and shook your head. “On the house.”

He hummed and shook his head. “I’ll pay you for it. Don’t worry.”

You sensed he didn’t like being indebted to people. It made sense and you felt the same.

You pushed him to roll onto his back and you were getting between his legs now.

He put a hand behind his head to prop it up enough to look down at you, his other hand resting on the bed.

You leaned forward, tucking your fingers into the top of his pants and pulling them down a little. “How far can I go?” You pause.

“Keep going.” He encouraged, and you pulled them down, seeing the base of his dick, then releasing it. You paused again and he nodded at you. You kept going until you saw his balls and had access to them.

“That’s good.” He hummed and you stopped there.

You scooted closer and rested your forearms on his thighs. You gently pushed your hand up under his shirt, just enough to tease his happy trail with your fingertips. Following the path of short curls downward.

You gripped the base of him and he bucked up, thighs tensing.

“What’s your-“ his breath hitched as your tongue pressed against his slit. “What’s your name?”

You smile and give him your name and he repeats it back to you slowly, like he was studying it as he said it. Something about him saying your name made you wetter.

You open your mouth and gently suck on his tip for a minute, swirling your tongue around it and lapping up the precum that beaded there.

He gasped when you took over half of him down, sucking harder now. His hand flew to grip the back of your head. Not pushing, just resting there.

You bobbed your head up and down, making almost embarrassing noises as you blew him. You took him as deep as you could and gagged, he gripped your hair tightly as he sucked air in through his teeth. “Fuuuck.” He cursed.

You couldn’t keep yourself from moaning around him at the way he was pulling your hair. The vibrations made his toes curl.

You pulled off just enough to speak. “Fuck my mouth.”

“Wanna cum inside you.” The Mandalorian pleaded.

“Fuck my mouth first.” You beg.

He nods and gets a better grip in your hair. You put your mouth down on him once more and he starts thrusting in and out of it, hips rolling up in waves.

He started speeding up, panting through the modulator of his helmet as he did as you asked.

“Look at me.” He demanded, pulling your head back by your hair a little bit.

You moan around him once more, keeping your eyes locked on his visor as he fucks up into your mouth.

“So pretty.” He mutters. “Look so good with your lips on me.”

You whine, eyes rolling back in your head for a moment before refocusing them on him.

You could tell he was getting close. He was fast, but his hips were stuttering.

He slowed to a stop, ending it before he could cum down your throat like you secretly wanted him to.

“Come sit on me, sweet girl.”

You pull off his cock as he releases your hair. You crawl up and straddle his hips, guiding his cock into you quickly.

You gasp and throw your head back as you rest your weight on him, pulling a groan from him.

“Fuck, Y/n…” Mando grabbed your hips, holding you steady for a moment before letting you pull back up and off of him halfway.

You look down at him before slamming back down, making his grip on you tighter.

Soon, you’re thrusting up and down on him, pussy clamping around him, squeezing his cock.

The Mandalorian moaned for you, “mesh’la.”

You didn’t know what it meant, but you made a mental note to ask later.

He moved one hand from your hip to play with your clit, rubbing it in time with your thrusts.

“Please.” You whine.

“Tell me what you want.”

“Wanna cum.”

“Not yet.” He ordered.

You bit your lip and obeyed, body on fire, breaking a sweat as you fuck this Mandalorian like your life depended on it.

Another minute passes and he’s changing his mind as he gets closer to release.

“Mando… if y- you don’t stop…” you were doing your best to hold back but if he kept rubbing you like this it was gonna be over in a few seconds.

He rubbed harder. “Cum for me, mesh’la.”

You thrust once more… twice… three times… and oh, Maker, you cum hard enough to see stars.

You tighten around him, body screaming with pleasure and that’s all it takes before he’s finishing inside of you.

You whine for him, “Mando.”

He grunts in response, thrusting up into you once more before coming to a stop.

You slumped forward and laid on his chest, feeling the chin of his helmet rest on your head.

After a couple minutes, he broke the silence. And the words stung.

“I have to go.” He sighed.

You were sitting on him, his dick still inside of you. You sat up with a little moan, feeling him shift beneath you.

You muster up all the courage you can and bite your lip for a second. And then you make the ultimate ask. “Take me with you.”

His head snaps up to look at you, hands moving to rub the tops of your thighs.

“I… can’t.” He hesitated. He’s considering it.

“I’ve never left Coruscant.” You frown.

“Never?” He asks, genuinely surprised.

You shook your head. “Think about it. You could fuck me whenever you wanted, no charge.”

“What would you get out of it?” He asked.

You had to keep yourself from laughing. “Can you not tell how much I enjoy this?”

He hummed and thought for a moment.

“Plus, I’d get to explore the galaxy.” You added.

“One small… complication.” The Mandalorian sighed.

“What?” You look up at him.

He peered at you through his visor, unsure if he should tell you. But he did anyways. “I have a kid.”

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deadpresidents · 8 months

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2 and a half weeks until JC passes Cactus Jack!

It took me a little bit to figure out what you were referencing, but yes, Jimmy Carter will pass John Nance Garner as the longest-living President or Vice President in American history on September 18th. And if he is still with us on October 1st, Carter will be the first President or Vice President in American history to celebrate their 99th birthday.

And since I'm a huge dork who finds this stuff interesting, here's the big, complete list of longest-living to shortest-living Presidents and Vice Presidents in American history: (Presidents are in bold text, Vice Presidents are in italics, and those who served as both POTUS and VP are in bold italics.) John Nance Garner: 98 years, 351 days Jimmy Carter: 98 years, 337 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023) Levi P. Morton: 96 years, 0 days George H.W. Bush: 94 years, 171 days Gerald R. Ford: 93 years, 165 days Ronald Reagan: 93 years, 120 days Walter Mondale: 93 years, 81 days John Adams: 90 years, 247 days Herbert Hoover: 90 years, 71 days Harry S. Truman: 88 years, 232 days Charles G. Dawes: 85 years, 239 days James Madison: 85 years, 104 days Thomas Jefferson: 83 years, 82 days Dick Cheney: 82 years, 216 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023) Hannibal Hamlin: 81 years, 311 days Richard Nixon: 81 years, 104 days Joe Biden: 80 years, 287 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023) John Quincy Adams: 80 years, 227 days Aaron Burr: 80 years, 220 days Martin Van Buren: 79 years, 231 days Adlai E. Stevenson: 78 years, 234 days Dwight D. Eisenhower: 78 years, 165 days Alben W. Barkley: 78 years, 157 days Andrew Jackson: 78 years, 85 days Spiro Agnew: 77 years, 261 days Donald Trump: 77 years, 81 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023) George W. Bush: 77 years, 59 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023) Henry A. Wallace: 77 years, 42 days James Buchanan: 77 years, 39 days Bill Clinton: 77 years, 15 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023) Dan Quayle: 76 years, 211 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023) Charles Curtis: 76 years, 14 days Al Gore: 75 years, 156 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023) Millard Fillmore: 74 years, 60 days James Monroe: 73 years, 67 days George Clinton: 72 years, 268 days George M. Dallas: 72 years, 174 days William Howard Taft: 72 years, 174 days John Tyler: 71 years, 295 days Grover Cleveland: 71 years, 98 days Thomas R. Marshall: 71 years, 79 days Nelson Rockefeller: 70 years, 202 days Elbridge Gerry: 70 years, 129 days Rutherford B. Hayes: 70 years, 105 days Richard M. Johnson: 70 years, 33 days William Henry Harrison: 68 years, 54 days John C. Calhoun: 68 years, 13 days William A. Wheeler: 67 years, 339 days George Washington: 67 years, 295 days Benjamin Harrison: 67 years, 205 days Woodrow Wilson: 67 years, 36 days William R. King: 67 years, 11 days Hubert H. Humphrey: 66 years, 231 days Andrew Johnson: 66 years, 214 days Thomas A. Hendricks: 66 years, 79 days Charles W. Fairbanks: 66 years, 24 days Zachary Taylor: 65 years, 227 days Franklin Pierce: 64 years, 319 days Lyndon B. Johnson: 64 years, 148 days Mike Pence: 64 years, 88 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023) Henry Wilson: 63 years, 279 days Ulysses S. Grant: 63 years, 87 days Franklin D. Roosevelt: 63 years, 72 days Barack Obama: 62 years, 30 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023) Schuyler Colfax: 61 years, 296 days Calvin Coolidge: 60 years, 185 days Theodore Roosevelt: 60 years, 71 days Kamala Harris: 58 years, 318 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023) William McKinley: 58 years, 228 days Warren G. Harding: 57 years, 273 days Chester A. Arthur: 57 years, 44 days James S. Sherman: 57 years, 6 days Abraham Lincoln: 56 years, 62 days Garret A. Hobart: 55 years, 171 days John C. Breckinridge: 54 years, 116 days James K. Polk: 53 years, 225 days Daniel D. Tompkins: 50 years, 355 days James Garfield: 49 years, 304 days John F. Kennedy: 46 years, 177 days

#History #Presidents #Vice Presidents #Longest-living Presidents and Vice Presidents #Presidential Data #Presidential Statistics #Presidential Facts #POTUS #VP #Jimmy Carter #President Carter #John Nance Garner #Vice President Garner

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