Something, something, Holidays...it's the AGE GAP meme

[memeboogeyman]

the AGE GAP meme

INSTRUCTIONS
1. Post with your characters, including what role you'd like your character to play (older/younger) and your preferences (no one under ____, no number 2, roleplay only, etc).
2. Tag around, either choosing options at random or using some kind of RNG.
3. Don't be naughty~. Or do.

OPTIONS
1. All of this is roleplay. You're acting a part.
2. This is real. You're actually living this.

(possible) SCENARIOS
1. PARENT & CHILD: So, have you been bad? You know what happens to bad kids...
2. OLDER SIBLING & YOUNGER SIBLING: If the parents aren't in the picture, someone has to take care of business.
3. OTHER FAMILIAL RELATIONSHIP: Keepin' it in the family.
4. TEACHER & STUDENT: Don't stand, don't stand so, don't stand so close to me...at least not during schools hours.
5. DOCTOR & PATIENT: An apple a day keeps the doctor away, unless you want to play.
6. CUSTOMER & STRIPPER/DANCER/HOOKER: Older people have the money, younger people need the money. Surely something can be worked out.
7. JAILBAIT: One of you better watch out, because this is trouble with a capital T.
8. THE BABYSITTER: ...you've seen the porn. I don't have to describe this.
9. CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURES: If you don't see something you want, make it up.

Comments

Kei Tsukishima - Haikyuu!! - ota

[itsjustanaccount]

[Not really for any of the incest options, but fine for others. Likely the younger, but can AU for older, I'm flexible.]

Scott Summers | Marvel Comics | m/f

[behindthevisor.insanejournal.com]

(Older party, probably teacher.)

Jyn Erso | Rogue One | OTA

[builtonhope]

Angela Ziegler / Mercy || Overwatch || ota

[momcy]

[[Definitely the older party~]]

riley blue — sense8

[bolvadur]

Henry Cheng | The Raven Cycle

[fiskers]

Evangeline Greene | Arcana Chronicles

[ladyofthorns]

Leo Valdez | Heroes of Olympus

[leovaldez]

Kenny Al-Bahir | War At Home | m/m

[rainbowflavored]

Kusakabe Hikaru | Doukyuusei | OTA

[zgok]

[Younger partner]

Sam Manson | Danny Phantom | ota

[wesimmer]

[younger party!]

mettaton ( undertale ) m/m

[fuckbot]

( probably older, though can be younger! also can be humanized. ota prompts! )

Jack Frost | Rise of the Guardians | ota

[nippinatyournose]

Gisèle Montblanc | vampire oc

[aucou]

[ 95 year old vampire... probably the older one. ]

percival graves | fantastic beasts

[mund]

Frank Underwood | House of Cards | ota

[leaderyoudeserve]

Older party; interested in (pseudo) #1, 6, 7, 9!

[not_yet_screaming]

OOC: I'm thinking of Lydia as a young, pretty, and smart intern who catches Underwood's eye. (Definitely counting as jailbait and she's happy to dress up in a school uniform as a bad daughter for pseudo #1)

[leaderyoudeserve]

[ OOC- that would be perfect! Would you like to start or should I? :) ]

[not_yet_screaming]

OOC: I'm on UK time and bed is calling. Could you start please?

No problem!

[leaderyoudeserve]

Interns came and went around the office. Sure, some were prettier than others, more notable, and easily politicians of all sorts would sink their teeth into the fresh meat. Unless one was someone's side piece, it often didn't even matter to remember their name. Frank always needed more than just sex to benefit him when it came to taking the risk anything extramarital. Lydia however was hard to miss. There was something distinct and that was what it took to catch the congressman's eye.

"Lydia?" Frank called from his office that evening when he saw her bright hair pass the office door; it has been a busy day so most staff had stayed late. He just sat back at his desk, paper in hand, expecting that she had heard and would appear in the doorway momentarily.

[not_yet_screaming]

Lydia blinked hearing the sound of her name; despite being one of the youngest interns on Capitol Hill she was aware of two things. First that about 95% of congresscritters were no more politically savvy than people had been at the High School she'd taken over as a freshman. Second that the remaining 5% these waters were shark-infested, and it was the job of the whip to be one of the most dangerous sharks in those waters. He probably also knew why her Congressman was developing, if not a backbone, some actual negotiating positions and some ideas that lead to win-win situations.

She took a few seconds to check her makeup in her compact, liking what she saw. As one of the few interns who hadn't yet officially started as an undergraduate rather than had graduated (although she had a ridiculous number of credit hours that Stanford were going to accept and the politics department was prepared to take 'Capitol Hill Intern' for a lot more) she was currently using her makeup to play up her youth, looking 16 rather than her actual 19. Being eyecandy was a useful skill and one she'd mastered; nothing that overt but a skirt slightly too short to show off her legs, makeup to make her look younger (and thus more underestimated), and a professional looking pastel dress.

But the scan of herself just took a few seconds before she knocked on his door about a second before peering round and then stepping in. "You wanted me, Mr. Underwood."

[leaderyoudeserve]

Frank paused, just waiting an extra moment before his gazed shifted to see the youthful woman standing in the doorway. And she certainly looked young despite obviously being old enough to be there.

"Come in," he summoned her, uncertain if there were many people still around to witness this encounter, but he'd have her close the door so that no one else could. He let his reasoning behind summoning her stay vague.

"I wouldn't have expected you to stay this late," he spoke as if he knew anything about her. "I hope they're paying you overtime." Which was a joke that came with a smirk seeing that they didn't pay her anything as far as he knew, and certainly not overtime if they did.

[not_yet_screaming]

Lydia laughed as she closed the door behind her. "They are paying me triple time right now unless this is an invitation to another poker game. In which case" her eyes and tone turned almost comically innocent, complete with adding a little more valley girl to her very light California accent "I don't know how to play poker, Mr. Underwood. Could you teach me please?"

It had worked three times on three groups so far, but she wasn't even going to try it seriously when there was a party whip involved. Knowing about that sort of thing was their job and if she'd read Underwood at all if he played at all he was a bigger shark than she was. And possibly he was after bigger game - after all she was when it came to poker on Capitol Hill, which was why she'd left some of the pot on the table in favour of making sure her marks had enjoyed the whole thing even as she fleeced them for money they could well afford to lose. Poker wasn't a politician's game as much as it was a mathematician's - and she had the skills of both.

"But staying late is how you work out who actually does the work." She shrugged. "And that's how you work out where the power actually lies." She didn't think she needed to add that Frank's office was one of those places.

[leaderyoudeserve]

"Poker?" Frank had to laugh. "Back in Gaffney, I used to play poker religiously. Possibly moreso than attending actual church." Whether she was serious or not, Frank didn't have the time or patience to teach this little girl poker. She could use the Internet for that, but her asking told him plenty. She wanted something from him.

"And you're interested in power, Miss Martin?" He asked, placing his papers down on the desk and continuing to speak before she had a chance to answer. "Of course you are." He chuckled, looking her over a bit more closely. "Or you wouldn't be here at all. But you also know where that power lies, don't you?" Clearly she did.

"Come here, dear-" with two fingers curling, he summoned her.

[not_yet_screaming]

"Of course you did." Lydia smirked. Three types of people played poker in her experience; marks, politicians and grifters, and mathematicians. There was no doubt in her mind which group Frank was a member of - although Lydia herself was a member of both groups two and three. Except that she doubted he played any more; poker was much less interesting and for much lower stakes than the games he normally played.

And although a part of her bridled at the preemptory gesture she obeyed, approaching Frank's chair and standing with her hands demurely behind her back (knowing that it brought her shoulders back emphasising her bust), part of her reflecting it was a pity he wasn't a mere ten years older than her or she'd have taken great pleasure in learning and beating him at his own game. But as it was she was going to learn from a master and was looking forward to the opportunity; true expertise was worth the price - and her taste in guys was for jerks who knew what they wanted anyway.

"As you wish." She gave him a genuine smile, standing where his eyes indicated he wanted her.

[leaderyoudeserve]

With her standing closer, Frank got a much better look at her. A smile played on his lips when he took her in, watching those breasts for hardening nipples and hoping her panties would be dampening.

"Men must love how young they think you are." He spoke his uncensored mind, taking in the sight of her. "Step in a bit closer now." He beckoned her before continuing. "You know how you could be of some assistance to me, Miss Martin?" His legs uncrossed and spread, not moving to adjust anything, but he was gradually becoming visibly aroused. "Even as a busy man here in Washington, I need ways to...unwind."

"Now it's nothing you don't have to do if you don't want to- I'm a man of principle and I stick to my word when I give it and I won't ask anything of you that you wouldn't do freely." All fancy formality talk. So he could have said it and be off the hook if she ever said otherwise. It also led easily into what he was asking of her.

"But you are a very beautiful young woman and I think you know that." If she would have moved closer, he would be leaning back, still using his eyes on her. "And I think you know that you can get far with that, don't you?" Like he hadn't seen dozens of her before. "But little girls like you will always need a sugar daddy in the end."

[not_yet_screaming]

There were a lot of things Lydia could have said to an offer like that. But if he made that pitch after her sending up a textbook card shark approach he'd had all the warning he deserved that what she intended was to learn from him. And if he thought he was her sugar daddy then he might well show her a lot more than he intended to. And probably already had.

But she smiled, hardening nipples showing through her thin top and lacy bra. "Which leads to my limits." She smiled. "My safeword's werewolf. No permanent record or marks." In other words no photographic evidence or the like. "No bodily fluids that don't belong in sex. No third parties. And if I'm going to be seen I leave the room looking immaculate even if that takes time or hiding first."

Her voice turned low and sultry. "For anything else, a powerful man is a turn-on especially when he's not afraid to use it and I can't stand people who treat me like a nun. I'll wear whatever you give me to in private and call you whatever you like. And I enjoy a few bruises and being sore, both from a fucking and a spanking."

[leaderyoudeserve]

Well damn. This girl knew her stuff. She had come in prepared with past experiences no doubt. Regardless, it impressed him for her to put down the boundaries before even the first kiss.

"Werewolf. I can remember that." And he silently hoped to hear her say it sometime. "We can meet at your place or a hotel, motel even. We clearly will remain professional in the office.

"And if you go to the press or your boss about any of this, you understand what I can, and will do, don't you?" His voice had remained calm and collected despite the suggestive threat. He could end her career well before it ever started. "But keep me happy, I'll keep you happy and we both benefit. It's that simple."

Shifting effortlessly, his hand went to his thigh. "You really are a naughty girl." He couldn't help the smile that formed on his lips from her descriptions. She had covered quite a few bases. He had liked that.

"And if a powerful man is such a turn on-" With her standing so close, he reached out and put his hand right up her skirt Maybe he had just said nothing in the office, but he was certainly going to tease. Despite the awkward reach he brought his fingertips to brush the outline of her pussy through her panties. He moved in an entitled way, acting as if this were a normal as a handshake. "Let's see if that's true."

[not_yet_screaming]

Lydia caught his wrist, her tone and eyes hardening. "If I go to the press it's because things aren't safe, sane, and consensual. And I'd be dragged through the press as a slut anyway." She shrugged before letting go of his hand. It would after all be blowing her own future up - there was no need for the threat. But there was also a need to catch that hand and subtly show that this was her terms as well as his.

Her panties were damp to the touch, and she fluttered her eyes closed as he teased her, voice shifting to almost a moan as she pressed her hips forward against his hand. "It's true." And yes she was playing it up slightly. But only slightly and there was a feedback loop going on; the more she showed the more aroused she actually got. "And a hotel would be best. I flatshare and I can be a screamer."

[leaderyoudeserve]

"I do not believe you will have to worry about any of that." So she was righteous. It made Frank pause a moment to consider if he truly had picked the right one. It was too late now, of course, and there was no use in second guessing. Not when he felt her arousal through the thin panties.

A screamer- she certainly had a way with words. Despite his want to push this further right then and there, he had said nothing at the office. "All right- Hilton. 11:30. I have a standing room. 54E." He would be there waiting. "And wear something...short. Daddy likes a tease." With that said, his hand had moved to grip his stiff cock through his suit pants. He would need to calm himself once she left the room. "That is all for now, Miss Martin."

[not_yet_screaming]

Lydia dropped a slightly amused curtsey. "I'll see you then in a few hours, Mr. Underwood." And promptly added a sashay to her walk as she left the room.

She arrived at the hotel room specified at 11:27 in a calf length black trench coat with a hood, hair in a milkmaid's braid, hood down as she knocked on the door. Just a knock because she didn't know if Frank Underwood was going by his real name here (dodging the reception staff had been surprisingly easy).

Billy Kaplan | Marvel 616 | m/m

[noassgardian]

[His age ranges typically between 16-20s in the main canon, but I can take him from other canon points where he's at least mid-30s to 40s. Just let me know!]

Negan | The Walking Dead | ota

[vampirebats]

[no non-con]

rick deckard | blade runner

[bellyful]