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Age gap

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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[ the younger party. can be an actual scenario or the characters playing a role, i'm not bothered either way. ]

(( ooc: =drapes over a piano= I'm here for it. The younger part obviously lol ))

[ In comics canon she is nearly 100, I think we're past cougar country ]

[ The older party. ]

[ interested in an oc?

i was thinking maybe something along the lines of alex was getting close to connecting some dots between batman and bruce that are better left unconnected so alfred went in trying to throw her off the scent and one thing leads to another...? ]

[ Sure! I love Karen’s face and I read her bio and like the sound of your character.

How did you want to do this? Since I don’t know your character at all maybe a little interaction would be nice? Liiiike it doesn’t necessarily have to be their first time meeting - unless you’d rather that, of course! - but she could be interviewing him, asking him about his employer, etc. ]

[ Yeah, that sounds like a nice way to get into things. Maybe she's popped by a few times, and for her it's becoming an excuse to stop by and see Alfred instead of seeking out a story.

Would you like me to start things off? ]

[ Sounds good to me! And please, if you could start us off that would be wonderful. ]

Edited 2020-02-11 00:38 (UTC)

[ It all started out with a Reddit thread. Someone had posted a rare photo of Batman and casually noted a similar jawline to Bruce Wayne. It was a shitpost to the highest degree and no one had taken it seriously. The Batman photo was blurry at best and really, a jawline of all things?

But Alex had seen the post and curiosity had gotten the better of her. She went digging and while nothing concrete had come up there had been enough to keep her curious. Given Mr. Wayne's personality, his nightlife was surprisingly limited, and of course, the night was when Batman did his best business. And a Billionaire like him would certainly have the cash flow to fund all the bells and whistles that Batman employed.

Armed with nothing but a farfetched theory she had snuck onto the property of Wayne Manor...and had quickly been escorted away by Alfred Pennyworth, stalwart butler of Bruce Wayne. She'd done enough research to know who he was and she'd done her best to sweet talk him into a tour on her way out.

He hadn't budged.

So she tried again.

And again.

And again.

Each time it became less about her so-called story and more about meeting with Alfred. He wasn't the sort of man she was used to. The guys she met were flighty and unreliable. From the start, Alfred had struck her as someone to be depended upon. Batman or not, Bruce Wayne had lucked out when it came to his household staff.

Alfred was kind to her despite her intrusions. He was patient and surprisingly funny under the right circumstances. Maybe it was pointless, but Alex was more than a little infatuated with him.

Which was why she was standing outside the gates of Wayne Manor again, leaning into the bell's button for all her worth. ]

[ Alfred may not always agree with everything his employer does, but he would always be loyal to him, just as he had been loyal to his parents. Thomas and Martha Wayne had been good people, something quite rare midst the scum and villainy of Gotham. Yes they had been his employers, but more than that they had been his friends. His family. After they had died he had taken their son under his wing. Their bond went beyond employer and employee.

So though he was no man of great strength like the Batman, he would do everything he could to protect that secret.

... which made these particular visits by the red-headed young lady somewhat difficult.

It wasn’t the first time people had tried, without success, to discern the true identity of Batman and Alfred doubted it would be the last. And she was, unsurprisingly, rather stubborn. He had looked into her vlogs and it seemed she had taken much interest in the superheroes taking up residence in the world. As of yet, she had no real evidence linking Bruce to the crusader.

But she was... persistent. Each time she visited, however, Bruce was never there. Alfred had politely turned down her wanting to interview his employer, of course, and he had begun to assume her fascination lied with him. After all, who wanted to talk to the older butler of the ruggedly handsome, interesting billionaire Bruce Wayne? Especially since she thought to connect him to Batman.

And yet... he found himself not minding her company. He even imagined she wasn’t just indulging his maybe somewhat lonely state. After all, he and Bruce were rather lonely people.

When he opened this time, he wasn’t surprised. He hadn’t been surprised when he’d seen her attractive face on the security camera. It certainly wasn’t a bad thing. ]

Miss Anderson. Back for another lively round of interrogate the butler? [ But behind the sarcastic tone of his deep voice, there was amusement. Fondness behind his wire-framed glasses, even. ]

[ Alex walked in with the casual air of someone who belonged. It was is she was walking into her own home and not the tremendous estate of a Billionaire she hadn't even met. She was confident in her stride, with a playful smile on her cherry lips.

She was all of that because she was there to see Alfred. She wasn't there to chase some non-existent lead anymore. In retrospect, she felt stupid for running with such a flimsy excuse. She had next to nothing that would connect Bruce Wayne to Batman. It was silly to think she'd find something on her own. Batman had proved he was a man of secrets over the years for a reason.

But forget Batman. Forget Bruce Wayne. She was smiling like the sun because Alfred greeted her with his usual dry humor and an amused glint to his eye.

Her heart fluttered at the attention though she didn't let it show. Instead, she slipped the bag on her shoulder off and held it out to Alfred. ]

Not today, I'm afraid. Just here for a nice lunch between friends.

[ Friends were a good way to start at least? She felt more than friendly towards the older man, but she didn't want to scare him off by jumping in too quickly. ]

I bought some sandwiches on the way over. Are you an Italian sub sort of guy or chicken cutlet?

[ Truth be told, Alfred had been mildly annoyed upon her first visit - back when he had caught her attempting to sneak into the estate. There wasn’t anything dangerous about her so he hadn’t been suspicious, nor had any alarms risen. Bruce truly hadn’t been there when she had tried to get in. Neither had he made a point to be there for an interview. Yet Alfred hadn’t done much to discourage her from dropping in unannounced after that. He’d even looked forward to seeing her.

Not that he would have admitted it aloud. But it was nice to have company when Bruce was away and even - dare he think it - a friend. A quite lovely friend, mind, but he was only human.

He couldn’t help but smirk a little when she strolled right in, offering him sandwiches of all things. Taking the bag from her, he arched his brow. ]

Either will do nicely, in case you have a preference. Wouldn’t want to unintentionally break your heart by choosing your favorite.

[ Teasing, of course. Talking with her was easy, despite their differences - and not only the age alone. He’d been more guarded the first couple times they’d spoken, but enjoying her company made it easier to relax around her. Closing the door behind her, he followed her into the dining area. She was familiar enough with the estate - not, of course, the hidden cave that kept all Bruce Wayne’s secrets. But the estate with its glass walls and fancy interior was fair game. ]

Well, I’m sure I don’t have to tell you to make yourself at home.

Tea?

[ She hadn't been sure about the sandwiches at first. Even if Alfred was working class he was still working for the richest man in Gotham. The table scraps from the place must have still been better than anything Alex could have gotten herself. But when she'd been going back and forth on the idea she realized that even if that was the case, Alfred wasn't someone who'd look down on something simple, especially if it was a gift.

Smiling, she took a seat at the dining table that was much too large for just the two of them. She held a hand to her chest and let out a dramatic sigh. ]

Well, thank goodness! I might have wept if you'd taken my chicken away from me.

[ Alex liked that she could be playful with Alfred. When it came to her work she had a certain bubbly air that she maintained for her viewers, but there were certain boundaries she kept herself within. She never felt like she had to when she was talking with Alfred. She could be both as silly, or as serious as she wanted to around him. ]

Tea would be great. Do you want help?

[ Alfred may have been serving one of the wealthiest men in Gotham, but that didn't mean he looked down upon anyone. Bruce was family, which was more a reason to continue working for him than the pay. The sandwiches were even moreso appreciated because they came from Alex.

Perhaps he should have suspected she was doing this to get him to open up to her more and maybe slip a few secrets about the Batman, but deep down inside he knew that was ridiculous. He liked to think he was a good judge of character, and she wasn't like that at all. Maybe he was just an old fool who had fallen easy prey to a lovely woman's charms. Either way, he was at ease with her. And he chuckled at her teasing him right back. ]

You are the guest, after all - you are entitled to whatever you like.

[ While he didn't really need help starting the tea - after all, he was used to doing this sort of thing - he wasn't going to turn her down. ]

I won't say no to the company. [ Once they were both in the kitchen and he got to starting the tea, he raised his brow back at her. ] Perhaps you'll let me cook for you sometime. I do know my way around the kitchen, and it's the least I could do now that you've agreed to no longer attempt to sneak onto the property.

[ Alex didn't hesitate. She bounced up and followed Alfred to the kitchen without a second thought. ]

Don't tell me you do all the cooking here too! [ Once in the kitchen she looked around at the clean countertops and appliances that appeared as shiny as the day they were installed. She smirked a bit at that. Her kitchen, though smaller in scope, never looked half so nice.

She sidled up next to Alfred, maybe a little closer than was strictly necessary and leaned into the counter. ]

You really are a many of many talents. I'd love to have you cook sometime. I bet whatever you made would be delicious.

Yes, but I can hardly remember the last time Bruce actually sat down to eat a meal. But I’m sure if it wasn’t for me, he’d be ordering take-out often. [ It’s said with a dry, but fond tone. And anyway, he enjoyed cooking... and doing other things of the more technical variety for his employer’s unique “nightly” activities.

Oh, he’s quite aware how close she is to him when she leans on the counter. He’s hyper aware of her body near his. And she’s tall, so he doesn’t tower over her at all. ]

I’d be happy to make whatever you’d like. [ Alfred turns to her a bit more, giving her a wry smile as he sets two cups down. ]

You’re certain I wouldn’t be stepping on any toes? I imagine a lovely young woman like yourself has many admirers. Not that they would have reason to worry about my intentions, of course.

[ Because why would they be intimidated by a foolish old man? ]

[ Alex glanced up from the counter to Alfred's face. She hadn't expected that sort of segway. In someone else it would have felt less subtle, him talking about admirers and intentions. But from him, Alex wasn't sure if she should take it at face value or not.

She was interested in Alfred, but it didn't seem possible that he'd be interested in her. Not in any romantic way in any case. Some days she wondered if he was just humoring her. But he was too straight-forward for that. If he had a problem with her he would have told her.

Really, it was their friendship that was holding her back from openly pursuing anything else. She'd never had a friend who listened quite as well as Alfred or who appreciated her so much. They hadn't known each other all that long, but she felt closer to him than she had any other man in her life. She didn't want her feelings to ruin that if they weren't reciprocated.

But if the were...

She kept a casual air even as she contemplated all of her thoughts. Smiling, she proded her index finger at Alfred's chest. ]

You're one to talk! With all these skills and that handsome face of yours, any girl would be over the moon if you were interested.

[ It was true he was very fond of Alex. Truth be told he often got lonely when Bruce was away on regular business, or nightly business. He almost always had something to do, but it was usually on his own. He had found a certain peace with it, though, because his life did have meaning, and that was enough for him. Oh sure, he’d had some great loves in his life, but that had been some time ago.

When she spoke like that and touched his chest... he realized he was being foolish.

Of course she only thought of him as a friend. An older friend, but a friend nonetheless.

He was too old for her, after all. And that was alright. He was happy with her company.

Setting the cups down, he touched her shoulder and give it a little squeeze. ]

You’re kind to indulge an old man, but I’m afraid to say I don’t get many female admirers these days. That is more Master Wayne’s area of expertise, and even he doesn’t find time to date.

But thank you for saying that, Alex.

[ As Alex watched Alfred she thought she saw a flicker of disappointment in his eyes. But then again, that could just be her projecting her own disappointment that he doesn't sound all that eager about the idea. Was it possible to put something like romance or attraction behind you? Even if Alfred was older he was far from out of the game as far as Alex was concerned. But maybe he didn't think that of himself.

She leaned into his touch, not quite ready to let the subject go yet. She wasn't someone to give up on her goal so easily. Her attempts to interview Bruce Wayne were proof enough of that. ]

I'm not just saying it to be nice, Alfred. I meant what I said. Any girl would be lucky.

[ She hesitated for a moment, the words she wanted to say trapped on the tip of her tongue.

But then she let that all go. She looked up at Alfred through lowered lashes. A shy smile was on her lips. ]

I would be lucky.

[ These days, Alfred was much more concerned with getting Bruce a date. A life outside his dangerous ‘hobby.’ It was like both men had become comfortable bachelors in their advancing ages. The butler didn’t even worry about that for himself anymore. He really wouldn’t have had time for anything outside his work and life with Bruce. At the very least his employer did have teammates now, and for that he was grateful - even if young Barry Arthur had a tendency of eating everything out of the cupboard and in record time at that. Perhaps there was yet a chance for Miss Diana Prince and Bruce, if only he would open his eyes and actually go for it.

When Alex insisted any girl would be lucky, he nodded a little, opening his mouth to thank her again for indulging him. He was about ready to step away from such close proximity and push those foolish thoughts out of his head. But then she looked at him like that and said that, and the words died on his tongue. ]

Alexandra... you don’t know what you’re saying.

I’m not Bruce Wayne. [ Because that was who all the eligible women in Gotham were after. ]

[ Well that...wasn't the response she had been hoping for. She hadn't exactly thought that he would sweep her off her feet in an instant and they'd be making out against the counter...

Okay, well maybe she'd wished for that just a little bit.

But at the very least she had expected him to take her seriously.

Frowning she gave him a light shove. ]

Don't be stupid. Give me a little credit here. I know who I'm talking to. Bruce Wayne might be good looking but I've never met the guy. I met you and I wouldn't say things I didn't mean.

[ Honestly she was disappointed and a little angry that he would think otherwise. ]

[ Honestly he hadn’t seriously considered he might be in this situation. Did he think Alex was attractive, intelligent and engaging? Of course. Did he sometimes imagine what it might be like to take her in his arms and kiss her? Sure. But these were all fantasies and they weren’t things he would never mention aloud. To so would be highly inappropriate and probably result in her slapping him. What was worse would be the fact he’d lose her friendship, and that had come to mean a great deal to him.

There’s a moment of surprise before he smirks a bit. ] Well, I’ve never been called ‘stupid’ before.

[ And then he becomes more serious, reaching up a hand to absently rake his fingers through his silvery hair. ]

Please forgive me. Believe it or not, this is not a situation I am accustomed to being in. [ He raises his brow, searching her expression more closely now. ] So you... have feelings... for me?

[ Alex watches the quick flickering of emotions on Alfred's face as he runs a hand through his hair. It dishevels his normally pristine look and she can't help finding it incredibly attractive. Her thoughts wander to how else she might muss up his appearance.

She realizing she's staring and sucking in her bottom lip when he draws her attention back to the conversation with his serious expression. She forces a more neutral expression and meets his gaze.

No going back now. ]

...I do. But you're my friend first and foremost. So if I'm totally offbase and you're not interested then just forget I said anything. Okay?

[ For the most part Alex is a confident person, but admitting to feelings like this never got easier. Especially when they were someone she liked and respected so much. ]

[ There are several ways he could go about this. Of course they could discuss it and talk about their feelings. They could weigh the pros and cons - of which he was certain there were more cons and if they discussed that he would lose his nerve and turn her down. After all, he was older than her and she was a beautiful young woman. She deserved someone closer to her age.

... and yet...

He found he didn’t want to go through all that. He didn’t want to convince himself he didn’t deserve this, deserve her - no matter how true it probably was.

For once in his life of servitude he just wanted to be selfish.

So he nodded. ]

Well, alright then.

[ And with that he reached a hand up to cup his fingers about her cheek then he leaned down to kiss her. After all, they could talk later, right? ]

[ All nervous butterflies that have been fluttering around in Alex's stomach all burst out in warm tingles from her head to her toes from the second that Alfred's fingers brush across her cheek. She sees the determination in his eyes as he draws in. She knows with all of the certainty in the world that he is going to kiss her.

And then he does.

She folds in against him easily. She presses her palms to his chest and parts her lips to him. His kiss is tender and sweet, but explorative, pushing for more. He's testing the waters and Alex is more than receptive to his efforts. She hums her surprised approval before flicking her tongue out to trace at his lips.

More, her kiss seems to kiss. More.

This is something she's thought about for too long without acting on it. She plans to make up for that lost time if it kills her. ]

[ It’s true he’s almost tentative at first, as if giving her a chance to change her mind and pull away if she so chooses. If this isn’t what she had imagined it would be like, then he won’t hold it against her. True, he would be very disappointed but he respects her too much to push her into something she didn’t want. He liked her far too much for that.

But when she encourages him, when she hums against his lips like that... he drops the last bit of his hesitations. His kiss becomes more passionate - he sucks on her tongue, his tongue tangles with hers, and his lips meld against hers. His hand slips from her cheek to stroke his fingers into her red hair. His other hand finds a spot on her waist, then around to the small of her back, pulling her closer to him.

Really, it’s been far too long. He hadn’t known how much he’d needed this. ]

[ Oh, he is a good kisser. Alex has had enough average kisses to know when one in exemplary. His tongue is firm and yet giving, imploring her to dance which she gladly does. His lips are soft and terribly greedy, but Alex is happy to give him everything. She kisses him back with equal heat and ferocity. His desire feeds into hers in an endless cycle building up to a peak that leaves Alex to moan as Alfred pulls her to him, her body flush against his.

As his hands roam across her back and into the fine curls of her hair, Alex moves her own up along his neck, to the back of his head. Her fingers brush into the hair there, mussing it like she'd thought of only moments ago.

Every move of his lips and every brush of his fingers is just confirmation of what Alex already knew. She'd known that Alfred was a passionate man. She'd heard it in how he told her tales from his life. She'd seen it in the fine details of his work. This is a man who took care of everything in his life with precision and care, and oh did she want him to take care of her. ]

[ Alfred still doesn’t think he deserves her. She’s too young and beautiful and full of life. But he was too far gone too argue any longer, and by the way she kissed him back, he was sure she didn’t want to argue either. And honestly it had been so long since he’d just had this simply intimacy with someone that he’s too hungry for more. Each kiss isn’t enough, and though she’s pressed against him there’s still too much space between them. If this is the only chance he’s going to get with her before she changes her mind, he’s definitely going to get the most out of it.

He is, of course, a gentleman first. Though he wants her so badly, he does want to take care of her. To show her how special she is to him, and how passionately he wants her.

Her fingers in his hair send a shiver of the good kind down his back. His lips trail from her lips, down her cheek and onto her neck - trailing a line of lingering kisses. They drop even lower to kiss her over her blouse, over her breasts... before moving back to her lips again. ]

Shall we move somewhere a bit more comfortable? [ He murmured between hungry kisses. ]

[ Alex gladly falls into the warm sensations of Alfred's lips on her skin. Her eyelids flutter as she loses herself in the attention. It's been so long since she's felt this good, and he's barely done anything to her yet. When he lowers himself to her breasts she's ready for him to just tear her blouse away and have his way with her right there.

When he returns to her lips though, a pang of fear strikes her, worried that he'll reconsider what they're doing. Will he stop things where they are? Leave things at a kiss and nothing more? But his kisses are still hungry and yearning. They're not the kisses of a man who wants to stop.

She smiles against his lips at his suggestion. Now that, is exactly what she should expect from Alfred. They're both burning with need, but she knows he could never let go of the impulse to be a gentleman. Maybe she'd just have to talk him into some kitchen sex at another time. God, she hoped there would be another time. ]

Lead the way.

[ Val's 27, jsyk. ]

[ younger, and he's into daddies. ]

[ooc: fine with this ending up gen or going to negative cr given what she is. Also up to so much interpretation as to who the older party is here.]

[Finding bars where Rose can get people to buy her drinks without getting either herself or her benefactor thrown out is getting increasingly difficult as years go by. One of the many downsides to dying before her 21st birthday. Given that birthday would have been in 1957, though, she doesn't feel too bad about finding ways to work around that particular law.

There are some rules she can't work around though. The first requisite for the night is taken care of in the form of an old flannel-lined denim jacket from the trucker who dropped her off, and the second she's seeking out by making a bee-line to the jukebox as soon as she's inside. She's been doing this routine for years, and the only thing she's had to adjust is the soundtrack.

So a girl in torn jeans and a jacket three sizes too big for her announces her presence by feeding a quarter into the machine and says excitedly:]

Oh my god, this song is a classic, I love it!

[And then the infamous opening guitar riff to Smells like Teen Spirit plays.]

[Rule!63 AMC Jesse Custer? She's mid 20s and just escaped Angelville.]

( m/f, 18+. he's 29, so more than likely the older/more experienced party (although, much older women are especially loved.) noooot looking for daddy kink or incest play tbh, but master/protege scenarios are gr8. )

(Modernverse available. Open to crosscanon and OCs. She's around 20 so the younger party)

( younger at 20, can also be younger or older at 30 )

[Younger.]

[ ayo he's 7 years old but he's actually 17 inside, anyway he's still a kid anyway, so let's keep it g rated ]

( ooc: older, but can be younger in re:2 )

[Physically in her late twenties, mentally at least 2,000 years old and likely closer to 3,000.]

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