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daddy/mommy kink - last edit i swear

the daddy/mommy kink meme
Daddy shouldn't waste his time. And from now on... it's gonna be nothing but short, short skirts around the house. And you know something else, Daddy? Mommy is just so sick and tired of wearing panties.

You didn't have the greatest childhood. Welcome to the club. Or you're still young and looking for guidance. On the other hand, you might be dealing with realizing you're getting older - and feeling like a pervert for being attracted to younger people. Why not go all the way and indulge in a little daddy or mommy kink?

A "daddy" or "mommy" is usually an older or more dominant male sexual partner with a submissive partner. The partners usually enjoy some level of "role-play" where the daddy or mommy tells the "younger" one what to do. In rare cases, the younger may assume a "switch" sexual role with the daddy or mommy, too.

Note that mommy or daddy kinks don't always have to do with "incest" or "ageplay." They can often come from a desire for domination a la BDSM or from a want to be taken care of. You can read more about it here and here.

Also, there will be some options that allow the situations to be "real" between the characters, as well as strictly in-character roleplay. Please proceed with caution if these matters trigger you.

how to play
- Comment with your character and preferences. Please be specific about what you want and don't want. Mention what role your character is most likely to play. Consider being open to both and aging up, down, whatever.
- Reply to others.

prompts

1. in the heat of the moment - you called them "mommy" or "daddy" during sex. it wasn't planned, though it sure as hell may be awkward.
2. pretend age difference aka roleplay
3. actual age difference
4. daddy/girl - daddy just loves spoiling his little girl...or boy.
5. mommy - momma will take care of everything.
6. lolita - they really are underage, and tempting
7. problem child - the "child" controls the "parent"
8. lose control - in real life, you're in charge. in the bedroom, you want to take the weight off your shoulders.
9. mild - none of this is serious for you, just some occasional playing to switch things up. you don't go heavy into the kink.
10. dress up - frilly dresses, thigh highs, mary janes, oh my!
11. punishment - naughtiness needs to be punished.
12. bad childhood - things were rough for you as a child. maybe you can have something better now.
13. real - aka incest. if not parent/child, at least older sibling/younger sibling.
14. oedipus complex - a boy's best friend is his mother, and you're still searching for that replacement friend.
15. milf - not strictly mommy or daddy kink, but there is a hot mother you wouldn't mind being a mother lover for.
16. pregnancy - mommy (or daddy) is pregnant, and that's not stopping you.
17. parents - not parent/child, but parent/parent. maybe you have a kid together, or maybe you just like calling each other mommy and daddy and playing house.
18. pampered - you are spoiled rotten.
19. just want to be comforted - this isn't even sexual for you. you just want warmth and caring.
20. full monty - you want a whole setting with all the props so you can regress back to childhood.
21. WILDCARD

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(Any interest in cross-canon? Thinking 2 or 4, whichever you prefer.)

(Totally. I'd think we can probably work both together.)

(Excellent. Do you mind starting? Because Andy's going to be fairly new to the concept.)

[People stop being cops for all kinds of reasons. If Booker DeWitt had retired because he'd seen too much of the wrong side of human nature, which was more than true, then no one would have thought twice. Instead, he'd been kicked off the force thanks to an affair with a 19 year-old woman who forgot to inform Booker that she was a DA's daughter. Despite her being a consenting, legal adult and despite all his other relationships being with consenting, legal adults, the specific nature of those affairs got turned into ammunition. Out he went with a fraction of his pension coming to him.

Booker had been ready for another dose of judgemental looks and pity when Andy McNally called to consult him on an old, unsolved case. When she hadn't given him either, he'd been surprised. When she asked to meet him off the clock, he turned suspicious but couldn't hold back his curiosity.

So now he's waiting in his apartment, drinking wine-- the only expensive indulgence he allows himself in these days of penny-pinching a PI's meager paycheck-- and watching the clock. If she shows, well, then he'll see how things go from there.]

[Andy is actually three minutes early. She hates being late, especially when she knows someone is waiting for her, and so she'd left her apartment early to beat the traffic. She knocks lightly and waits for him to answer.

She's not really sure what she expects from this. What she knows is he made her feel something curious, a familiar stirring in her stomach like what she used to feel when Sam looked at her. She wants to know what it is, wants to explore it.

But that depends on if he feels the same or maybe she's just deluding herself, trying to get over the man who broke her heart. Well, she's about to find out.]

[Booker opens the door and smiles, ushering the young woman in.] I'm very glad you could make it, Andy. It is all right that I call you that?

[He didn't think it would be particularly appropriate to call her 'Officer McNally' considering what was potentially on the schedule for the evening. Offering to take her coat and pointing at the sofa, he played the warmly welcoming, if somewhat cautious, host. Bringing the bottle of wine to the table nearby, he set his glass and an empty one in front of her.

Booker took a seat and regarded Andy carefully.]

If we're going to go any further, I need you to promise me you'll be absolutely honest with me at all times. Neither of us wants to cross a line just because we didn't know it was there. That being said, my question to you is: what made you want to come tonight and find out more about my... specialties?

Andy's fine. Thanks.

[She gave him a polite smile as she settled on the couch. If he was cautious, well, she was nervous too. And trying not to be a downer if this was what they were going to open with.]

Well, if we're being totally honest...

I've had a really bad luck with men. One man in particular, I guess. I keep getting my heart broken over and over again. And I'm tired of it. I want someone who makes me feel safe. Somebody that I can trust to take care of me and not leave me when I need them the most. I guess I just sort of want to hide.

I see.

[Not an uncommon sort of story for him to hear. Taking a deep breath, Booker rises from his chair and stands in front of Andy, stroking his finger along her cheek.]

I understand. And I want you to know that Daddy's right here, Andy. I'm going to take care of you and be there when you need a place to feel safe and cared for, and when you need someone to be strong for you so that you don't have to.

[Curling his finger under Andy's chin, Booker tilted her head up to look at him.]

Will you let me do that? Will you be Daddy's little girl and let yourself be taken care of?

[She's blushing slightly as she says it, but she wants to. And she's curious, maybe even a little aroused.]

Yes.

[Pause.]

Yes, Daddy. I want you to take care of me.

Good. Very good.

[Booker considers going through the usual speech that he would normally use with a first-timer, all about discretion and keeping their time together secret, and so forth, but he thinks better of it. Andy has more to lose that he does now, still being on the force, and he has a gut instinct telling him that she can be trusted.]

So then, sweetheart, why don't you tell Daddy what's bothering you right now, so I can help? Do you need to relax? Have you done something naughty that you need to tell me about?

[He pauses, wondering how far to push. Booker decides to simply leave the offer on the table and see what happens.]

Do you need me to pay attention to you and make you feel special and good?

[Andy's not as bothered by this as he might expect her to be. She just kicks off her shoes, lets her hair down, and reaches out a hand to pull him closer.]

It's nothing specific, Daddy. Just long days at work, and not enough sleep, and I'm starting to feel worn out. Maybe should've chosen a different line of work. One that allows for tropical holidays.

[A smile.]

Though you can always make me feel special.

I'd very much like that.

[He's impressed. There's no trace of the usual tentativeness and reluctance. Maybe Andy needed this more than he expected, and maybe she is just that much more sure about what she wants. In any case, it means things can move along quickly.]

Why don't you bring your wine and follow me, sweetheart?

[Booker leads her into the bedroom, which is masculine, but still classy. No chains hanging from the ceilings, no leather straps strewn around, none of the usual accoutrements he's come to expect other people expect. He takes her wine glass and sets it aside.]

Lay face down, my girl. I know how tiring your days can be. Let me relax you. Daddy's hands are very good at draining the tension.

[Andy does as she's told, because she does need it. When he puts his hands on her, he'll feel tension in her shoulders and her back. It's been a long couple of days.

That leaves her ass in the air for him as she rests her head on her forearms, closing her eyes and trusting him to do what he feels is best. That's how the game is played, she knows, and she trusts him because he's never yet given him a reason not to.]

Thank you, Daddy.

[Booker smiles as he resists the urge to caress that very lovely ass. They're not quite at that stage yet, although he does appreciate the display. He sits on the edge of the bed beside Andy and sets to work.]

My goodness, sweetheart, you have been working hard. Well, Daddy will make sure you can forget all about that while you're here.

[He's slow and methodical, but very effective-- at least that's what he's been told. He feels Andy's knots and tightness begin to melt under his fingertips. Booker does, though, quickly meet an impasse.]

I can do more, my girl, if you take your top off. And more than that if you take off all your clothes. For tonight, since we're just starting, you can choose. But after that, it'll be Daddy knows best.

[There's the slightest bit of hesitation at that last sentence, because Andy knows she has to trust him with her body. There's always that small fear that this could turn ugly, that she would have no matter who she was with.

But she reminds herself that he's been where she is. He understands. And she has to trust him not to hurt her.

She rolls onto her back, and he can watch as she slowly strips for him. First her shirt, then her bra, before her jeans and panties follow suit. Completely naked, nearly shaved bare except for a strip of dark hair above her pussy lips.

If he looks closely, he'll see her clit peeking up a little, she can't deny the arousal.]

Like that, Daddy?

[Booker watches, rapt, as Andy sheds her clothes, knowing what an important demonstration of trust this is and not wanting to interrupt or break the spell. It's quite the show, and by the time she's done, he's shifting around in his seat thanks to the growing tightness of his trousers. He sighs before answering.]

Just like that, sweetheart. Oh, you really are such a lovely girl. You must have to work twice as hard because of that, don't you? They just never believe a little girl can be clever and pretty.

[He leans over and kisses her on the forehead.] But we know different, don't we, sweetie? Roll back over now.

[Booker goes to work again, methodically working every kink and know out of Andy's neck, shoulders and back. He tends to her legs, as well, avoiding her ass or the insides of her thighs for the moment.] Now, shall we do the front?

Yes, Daddy.

[Andy rolls back over onto her back, so she's completely exposed to him. Glancing up at him with a smile, she wants him to know she's enjoying herself, and appreciates the care he's taking with her.

It's actually hard for her not to flirt with him like she might normally do in this situation. The best she can manage, trying not to upset the game, is to feign surprise at seeing her clit peeking up.]

Mm, Daddy. Look at that. I can see my little clit.

[Booker smiles. He can already see the flushed skin and the tight points of her nipples, so he knows Andy's enjoying their play, but her adorable comment that sends his gaze downward? Is just too perfect.]

Yes there it is, sweetie. And I think I'll take that as your body telling me where I ought to concentrate next to make you feel good.

[He toes off his shoes to make it easier to stretch out beside her on the bed, still almost totally clothed. Booker's hand skims down Andy's flat stomach before reaching down and slipping between her thighs.]

Open your legs a little for Daddy, darling.

[When she does, he strokes her slit, long movements up and down alternating with small circles around that swollen clit.]

Mmmm...I like that.

[Andy's nice and relaxed now, between the ministrations of his hands and how comfortable the bed is. She's happy to keep her legs open and let him do whatever he likes, considering it all feels good.]

Do I feel good to you, Daddy? Are you enjoying touching me?

[She wants to know. Wants to know she's turning him on as much as she's aroused by this. Andy hasn't been feeling very sexually attractive lately, part of the reason she's here in the first place. She wants to be with a man that needs her.]

[Booker smiles warmly.] You feel absolutely wonderful, sweetie. It's wonderful being able to touch you and make you feel good. Daddy will make you feel as good as I can. [As if to underscore that, he slides his hand even further along her slit, curling one finger until it begins to slip inside of Andy's entrance.]

Tell me if you like that, my girl.

[His eyes roam up and down her body, appreciative and hungry, his breath quickening. Booker busies his other hand with one of Andy's firm breasts.] You really are such a lovely girl...

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Let me know how this works for you :)

perfect!

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