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Age gaps!

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.

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[Would love Zechs to be the younger party here]

[OOC: Summoned by the gif ;) All scenarios good, kinks on journal.]

[Hi, would you be open to crosscanon? Because aside from the age gap (I play Henry in his early 20s), Henry would love Ardyn's goopiness. :D ]

[ She's 19, so... younger party! Hmu ]

( not sure if you're familiar with him, but, up for it? )

[ooc: go ahead!]

[ I'm familiar, and it wouldn't be the first time Peter's lurked around red-haired high school students. ]

[Do you have any prefs for a setting, or just a simple xover?]

(Are you up for a Roadhog?)

( Ohmigosh! Yes!! ❤ )

(AU for one of the scenarios or go with 9 and have them go at it every time she ends up losing her mech?)

( #6 seems fun too, but we can go with 9! It gives way for a lot of opportunities)

(Let's go with #6, a stripper who'll do more for the right price? He just got done a heist so he's burning through his cash quick?

We can do 9 after if you're up for it.))

(Mm-hmm, that's what I was thinking for #6. We can definitely do one first and then the other. Thank you for the opportunity ❤)

((I'll start it off.))

Roadhog's got more cash than he knows what to do with. He's got more than enough for more gear and to fix up his bike but also more than enough to enjoy himself. So he's out on the town blowing his money on everything he can. That includes ending up in the back room of this seedy strip club. Wearing less spiky and metallic gear, just shorts and his open vest, he waits on the edge of the couch for the show to start.

They promised him this was going to be a show more than worth his efforts. He wasn't sure if that was because he intimidated them or because of how much cash he was throwing around. Either way, he wanted to do more with this rush.

Edited (code fail) 2017-03-14 02:48 (UTC)

Hana Song – stage name, D.Va. A bit of a camera girl, all selfies and cute stickers and hashtags, she was a showgirl at heart and though her current workplace is... Well, something, it is mostly okay. It usually gets the bills paid and when it doesn't, she isn't below getting a little extra on the side. Camera girl, showgirl and cunning beyond her years.

There's some VIP today; big and intimidating, but also big on cash. Usually D.Va is all for the older, rough-looking types; there's usually a different spark to them, experience and, more often than not, a good tip to add to the fun. So of course this one was all hers from the moment he walked in - the cute, petite woman in soft pinks and blues, perky little curves and a hair bow with tips that look almost like little rabbit ears, contrasted only by the heels that make her look taller than she really is.

The constant humming of some tune she's more or less memorized buzzes in her ears when she more or less saunters from behind the old velvety curtain, swaying her hips almost too experienced for her own good. Her movements are slow and deliberately provocative, giving her time to scan the guy up and down. Whatever it is he does, something about him screams danger and it's exciting.

"Hey hotstuff." She bites her lip, though it doesn't keep the half-smirk from her face as she draws near. Close enough to touch his leg, but also enough to make him keep his hands off (-- idly: for now ). There's a wink, a little more sway of the hips. "Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."

When the music kicks in, humming away in the background and quickly forgotten, Roadhog sits up. He watches Hana Song make her debut for him and she definitely has his full attention. She's cute, petite and though standing he'd tower over her he remains eagerly seated. With all the carnage he creates, it seems he does have a little self control.

Of course don't tell that to the last few towns he tore his way through with his explosive loving partner.

"Not a bit," he grunts out as his gaze goes down to where her fingers brushed his leg. His signature gas mask isn't here either as his wanted posters all sport it and he really just wants to have a good time without a fight for once. Not that he's all that inconspicuous without it, it's hard to miss a man of his build sporting those tattoos. His hair is back in a single knot and his less than gentle grin shows he's definitely pleased with what he sees.

To the couch seat beside him, an open briefcase like bag with stacks of cash sits heavily. He's not a man who fears someone trying to rob him. Who would, given the circumstances? Besides, there's better ways to get his money and most of those involve just giving him what he wants. He's pretty generous.

With his leg as support for her hand, Hana leans down just enough to be quite deliberately provocative, yet for all the act she's starting to put up, she is still studying him intently: his face, his eyes and that grin, the little marks of age that prove how he is not just some rich, unthinking kid acting like he's on top of the world. This man – now he looks like he could be on top of the world. And those - the experienced ones - are the most interesting.

She could be lying if she claimed feeling neutral about them or the way he's gazing at her; oh, no. She's young and cute-looking, but she knows what she likes. And she likes to think that knows her way around what they like too.

It would also be a lie if she said he doesn't look familiar, but it's not his reputation that matters to her. There's some pretty out there people, but most of them come in here with the purpose of having some fun. Enjoying themselves. That load of cash to the side doesn't scream "carnage" to her.

"Someone came prepared," She giggles, pretty certain there's a nice tip for her in there somewhere and if he's not aware of it, she'll make sure to let him know.

"Mm-hm, it's getting hot in here already," She doesn't just stand as much as she stretches, back arching and offering a nice full view of her frame before she takes a few tentative steps away, backside to him, still swaying almost rhythmically to the music thumping away in the background. She's definitely not static, that's certain. "And we're not even started.."

If Roadhog is anything, it's rough around the edges. He watches her though as she studies him a bit, though his gaze easily slips from her face and down her form as she leans in. Large fingers grip the couch, clenching only a moment as if to hold back from reaching out as he let her lean in on his thigh.

"I'm always ready," he promises. He comes prepared to definitely get his money's worth. Luckily, he has a lot of money. Since he's more in a spending mood than a taking mood, she has his full attention and likely the full focus of his funds until he's done here.

Then she leans up. She definitely has him rapt as she stretches and he watches. She blends in so well with the music and the setting and draws him fully. They promised a good show and Roadhog can already tell that this is exactly what he needs.

There's something of a test in restraint there - and he passes it with flying colours, Hana will grant him that.

Her movements are languid and almost seemingly effortless, a sign of hours of training: the way her hips sway from side to side to the beat of a muted tune, how she can bend down to trail her hands up her legs, up her sides, over her chest and even through her hair, trailing fingertips in an almost playfully teasing way. By then she'd turned to gaze at him, something along the lines of you want this? written all over her features.

There's a moment that drags on for maybe just a bit too long where she keeps at it, teasing him with body language alone until the first piece threatens to come off: the (cute, yet somewhat cheap) underbust. It's pink and the fabric looks soft but sturdy enough that when she tugs at the white strings on the back to loosen it, it doesn't come off right away; rather, there's the slightest sign of a deep breath (and it's clear she can finally breathe better) and only then is it tugged looser, just as she slowly turns her back to him again, and the garment slides down her hips, her legs, all the way down to her feet. Though still a ways from being undressed, the curve of Hana's back is finally revealed, as is the tattoo of a white and pink rabbit on her lower back.

She lets him have a good look before she turns to gaze at him over her shoulder and winks.

"That's better."

And when she moves towards him again, Hana is just as lithe, just as elegant if not more... And she plays the innocent look far too well, that is, until she's up up close and lifts her leg to press her foot snug against his inner thigh, sliding it further up, further inward with a coy smile.

"I'll give you a lil' treat if you want," she breathes out, glancing down at her own leg, the white stocking and her little game. "I'll let you take it off for me, but you gotta be gentle"

Edited 2017-03-15 12:56 (UTC)

[ooc: nope! I'm open to anything.]

((Sorry for vanishing, if you're still interested I will post.))

(( Hello! I am, yes! I will backtag into infinity c: ❤ ))

[You okay with me writing an opener?]

Roadhog watches as she plays along, and she does have him at full attention. The large is silent except for his breathing as she moves to the dull beat. When her chest rises and that attire finally falls from her form, he can't help but think of those hips and his desire to reach out and do something about this.

He doesn't though and it seems he gets rewarded for his patience. He watches her approach, her foot on his thigh, sliding up just enough to make the big man's breath hitch. That seems to be doing the trick at least as he decides to play along with her a bit longer. He takes a steadying breath as he does so.

One large hand moves to her ankle, then slowly slides up her leg and over that stocking. It comes up over her knee and up her thigh. When his fingers reach the top edge, his other hand joins and both hands wrap around her upper thigh. Slowly, and as gently as a man with a grip like his can be, Mako begins to roll that stocking down her leg. His fingers glide over her smooth skin and easily meet while wrapped around her calf. He gets it down to her ankle and then one hand hooks her foot up off his thigh for a moment so his other can slip the stocking fully off. He places it aside on the seat beside him.

Hana's eyes are on him the whole time: first his face, just to get a reaction, but then his hands and– oh his hands and even she can't help biting her lower lip as they roam up her leg, easily imagining a few more places she'd let them touch for a bit of extra cash. He's surprisingly careful too and it's honestly more of a surprise for her than he may think, especially with how controlled she is, how she doesn't let the sultry look falter.

Just as quickly as he removes the first stocking, she inhales deeply, purposely puffing her chest, her own smaller hands grazing over them and tugging at one side of her bra to reveal a plump, pink nipple - though only briefly, as her hands roam down her waist and she does a little turn, all but practically sitting on his lap with a slow, tantalizing sway of her hips. She's not shy about it, giving him a nice view of her ass and the way her back curves, the way she can remove the other stocking while making sure he's enough to keep his eyes busy - and if he's smart, not his hands.

She's purposely slow in removing it; it's exciting for her and if it is for him as well, then she's doing her job right. But she does eventually stand and turn to him, and it's almost surprising how subtly she managed to remove her bra in the process as well. Placing a hand on the curve of his neck so as to support herself, Hana leans in - now he gets a nice view of her chest. She may be small, but her figure is proportionate and her breasts are perky, her nipples a soft shade of pink. As for her other hand? Well - it's replacing her leg, inching in up his thigh as she leans forward. He can look - but will he touch? She might let him.

Edited 2017-03-27 01:13 (UTC)

[of course!]

Henry often liked to visit different Outrealms: not just parallel worlds to their own, but also ones that were totally different. Like this one, that had really different technology and actual monsters, not just the Risen. Henry tried talking to these "daemons" but a lot of them were more interested in tearing them apart than talking. Ah well, at least Henry could take some notes for Miriel, they know she'd like to know that her theories held water.

In the meantime, Henry was hunting down a daemon bounty in order to earn some of the local currency. Apparently gold was harder to sell here, but Henry wanted a chance to test out their dark magic against these daemons. So they unleashed their magic, draining the life of a large daemon while dodging its enormous sword.

As he lets that stocking fall aside, his gaze goes exactly where she expects it. First she draws his attention to her chest, that peak of her little pink nipple draws a quick breath from him. He's obviously eager, and barely restrained. Yet restrained he is. If he was planning to blow his money, he planned to do it right tonight.

As she turns, he watches that taunting ass. All the while she takes her time removing that stocking. Mako's breathing grows heavier and he shifts in his seat. It keeps him from reaching out, from dragging her into his lap and seeking fruition to what she did to him.

Again she turns and again his gaze is drawn to her chest as she smoothly removes that bra. Feeling her small hand move up his large leg, his one hand grips the seat beside him, fingers clenched. His other hand raises up, moving to hover over her thigh before stopping. There's definitely barely controlled restraint there as his hungry gaze takes her in. By the growing, massive bulge in his shorts she is definitely making this difficult.

It's entirely too pleasing to watch his reactions - some men spend their time making dirty comments (which isn't necessarily a bad thing), some are a bit too eager to touch but he's a little different and even putting the good money he's spending aside, that's exciting. Hana does enjoy her job, after all.

... But speaking of money, he is blowing off a pretty good sum for her to take it so slow. Focusing a little more on the tune in the background - something a bit slower but just right -, Hana sways to the beat, her hand barely brushing close to the growning bulge in his crotch before she does a slow turn. At first it's just hip game, body bent almost too gently so her backside lingers against him, between his legs, over his crotch, before she does lean back against him fully, still swaying her hips almost as if to playfully grind. And he is big.

That's where Hana decides to give him some leeway; she reaches for his hands so as to slowly guide them to her waist, over her hips, welcoming him to touch. Her own hands remain over his, so as to keep guiding them where he may want and where she will let - her thighs, her ass and, for his generosity, her breasts. Anything else - for now - and she'll probably lightly smack his hands away.

As she turns, he watches. Then she leans in, playfully slow and moving to the beat. She draws a low, frustrated moan from the large man as she then leans back against him and slowly grinds upon his stiffening bulge. Her hands move to his and his large hands begin to glide over her form.

His rough fingers are light in their touch at first. Mako explores her form as his hands slide over her thighs, along her sides and even come up to caress her pert little breasts. She seems more than willing to let him explore, so one hand glides south. It runs over her tight stomach and is stopped short of dipping lower by a light slap. He's starting to get it and so his hands continue to glide along her moving form as she grinds into that cock.

Another grunt of frustration comes from him yet he doesn't try to over power her. He's almost given up on it though as his touches get more eager and urgent. His hips press into her rear as she teases and her generous client is getting less and less patient it seems. The large man behind her is just a ball of pent up need.

His moan is acknowledged with an almost too sweet giggle; it's an acknowledgement of his apparent frustration and Hana can only wonder how much it would take to drive him over the edge. The answer comes to her in the way he explores her body - mindful of her unspoken rules, yes, even with a little slip; yet, at the same time, evidently hungry for more.

... In response to his low grunts, Hana slowly turns, straddling him on the couch in just that little piece of underwear. She is smaller, younger, but her eyes reveal a sort of womanly maturity.

"You're hot," is her remark, hands on either sides of his legs as she grinds her hips down-- thankfully the lighting in the room doesn't draw attention to the small sign of dampness in her panties or she'd feel a lot less at ease. For the most part she found it easy to do her job without drawing any real excitement or arousal from it, but then again for the most part she just danced and stripped and probably wasn't as frustrated deep down as she happened to be lately. Couldn't blame her for thirsting after this cock when he was making a pretty good point of reminding her that it was there.

"You got more than enough in there for this--" Point: she all but slams her hips down, drawing a quiet groan from herself in the process. "An' it sounds to me like you're either gettin' home to someone really, really lucky, or I'm gonna be the lucky one.

There's a cat-like smirk.

"Which one's it gonna be?"

She had his full attention as she turned to straddle him. Large hands ran up her sides as he watched her hips do their work. He's all but decided to make a move when she starts talking. It's enough to distract the large man. He hasn't noticed that she's been as eager to go as well.

Then she comes down hard on his bulge. Drawing another grunt from the large man as she makes such fun sounds of her own. Of course, he has an answer for her little question and far too tempting smirk. He almost moans out, "I'm not planning on going anywhere."

Those hands then slide down to let one rest on her hip. The other slides around her back, fingers brushing up her spine. She was such a little thing in comparison to him. His hand on his hip coaxed her to press in, his stiffness pressing between her legs, straining his shorts. He guided her to grind closer while his other hand kept her up, freeing her hands. "A little help?"

Not that she hasn't been doing a lot of work so far in getting him this far. But now all that was needed was to expose him and if she did that? Well in this room with a man like him, there's likely no turning back at that point.

His answer is all the confirmation she needs - whether that was his intention right from the start or not, they're both at a point where stopping seems not just unreasonable but downright unfair.

He knows how to guide her along, too - the way he rests his hands on her frame as if she's fragile, holding her steady while still pulling her down on him; it draws a quiet moan from her, the friction too much when she can clearly imagine how eager he is.

He's paying good money for this - when it comes down to it, Hana wants to remind herself that that's it but there's still a part of her deep down that really wants to experience it too. It's not something she can pledge casual indifference to. It's not just "part of the job". She doesn't need to fake enjoyment.

His request is met with an approving hum; with his hands keeping her up, her own petite ones had free reign to move and move they did; she took just a brief moment to rest them on the crook of his neck before they slid down further until they reached the waistband on his shorts and got to work in unzipping them. Hana held a breath as she worked on pulling them out of the way to expose his member, fingertips lingering over the now exposed skin though not quite gripping firmly enough to stroke. She was at the very least silently impressed - and her expression betrayed her when she bit her lip, casting him an almost aching, needy look.

This wasn't what she had signed up for - but she had no reason to complain, either.

Mako's thick, large member draws free and a light moan escapes him again. His breathing his heavy, heavy enough that she moves with it and it's obvious how eager he is. His hands don't remain inactive though either. He draws her towards his length and pressed it between her thighs. The exposed cock rubs along her panties, now more readily finding her own arousal.

He continues to urge her, rubbing slowly as he's eager. She has him fully focused on his desire for her and since she doesn't seem to be holding back anymore, he stops as well. He lifts her up as he stands, easily carrying her. He turns around and lowers her to where he sat, only with her back lower and her hips hanging off the large seat. It's meant to be out enough that someone can easily ride another's lap. His hands both move, sliding down to her hips and thick fingers tug her panties with less restraint then he's shown.

The large man stands over her, exposed and eager. He draws the panties down her legs and lets them fall aside. Hands slide back up her legs and hook under her knees to draw them apart.

The way he pulls her closer and moves so as to heighten the friction between them draws an inexplicably needier moan from Hana's lips. Taking in the sheer size of the man's cock and almost feeling it against her, divided only by that silky piece of underwear excites her further.

Her arms reach around his neck before he's even lifted them both properly and she suddenly feels very small in comparison. He's been holding back all this time and it's not certain in her mind what awaits, but part of her wants him to show it - to reap the profits of a good night's work, so to speak, to see how much he wants her. Her, or her pussy really. She's compliant in being laid back on the seat, inches away from removing the underwear herself before he does the honours and even the action sends a chill down her spine.

His hands are - as is all of him - big and he's got a firm hold on her. Hana's breathing is deep, her chest rising up and down as his hands roam her legs which she's kept lifted from the floor, bent at the knees in an almost gymnastic manner until he's drawing them apart, exposing the pink, plump skin of her own wetness for him to take.

Her voice has been all but hushed, but Hana observes his every action, lips tightened into a flirty pout as one of her own hands runs down her stomach, fingertips grazing the very top of her venus mound perhaps urging him to not hold back anymore.

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