Doesn't everyone like to be pampered and spoiled? You could certainly understand the desire. How about receiving the benefits of experience and knowledge...through someone else, someone older than you and more distinguished? Be good, then, and you'll be rewarded. Be bad - well, remember: a punishment isn't off the table for someone with your youth.
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They're so young - yet so, so tempting. But you know what they say. The more forbidden the fruit, the sweeter the juice. They're absolutely off-limits. And wouldn't you love to taste them, no matter if you feel guilty or not? Look at yourself. Do you feel like a pervert? This person could be an outlier, or maybe you've always had a weakness, even if you didn't realize it before. At least you can take care of them like few others chasing after them could. You know exactly what they want and need.
Comment with your character, information, and what role they'll play.
Is there an age gap? Is this actually illegal? It could be kink play, though, or characters acting older and younger.
Please note that there also doesn't need to be daddy kink "play" if you don't want it. There could just be an older/younger or an inexperienced/refined dynamic. Just be sure to clarify how heavy or light you'd prefer to go.
(( have a kinklist here for perusal. feel free to assume cr as necessary! iwai is middel-aged, i usually drop him around 38, and is definitely the daddy figure here. ))
[ Whilst Brian had been an odd duck in his class, nay, his school, nay, out of everyone else in the grand capitol of Tokyo, it was far too easy to set himself into a rhythm. School, then part time job at Munehisa-san's shop, the sa sound a little awkward, his background as a foreigner easy to guess once he opens his mouth.
It's an easy job. As easy as a part-time job can be, either way. And it's frankly fascinating: what would he give to take one of those replicas apart and put them together, even if he knows Munehisa-san would perhaps kill him overnight in his sleep if he knew he was even thinking of it.
It's not like he doesn't dream of it. Nightmares, at first, when he was green as one can be and jumpy, where the glint of the model was enough to set his hairs standing on end. The dreams change, as they usually do: and eventually, they take an odd form, half faceless fantasies and half terror, some form of violence or other involved, no matter wet dreams or bizarre machinations.
It makes looking at the boss in the face a little harder, no pun intended. It makes him drawl out the syllable in Oji-san a tad too long, his eyes flitting away from him, nervous whenever he draws close.
With it, he gets more clumsy each shift after school, only muttering forlorn apologies whenever he's left to pick up the pieces and clean up.
The thread is pulled taut. It won't take much for it to snap. ]
[Nai normally doesn't bother to involve himself in outside matters. With his already-explosive temper, it's just easier to keep his head down and pray no one gets on his nerves.
[But when a shoot-out starts where he tends to frequent, and it's clear it's one-sided, a few precise rubber shots to the legs from his own gun is all it takes to send the punks scattering.
[He wasn't sure what he was expecting when he turned the corner, gun holstered, but it wasn't an older man that honestly looks like he could have broken those brats (loosely speaking) over his knee.]
...Well, you look all right, old man.
[Nai is pretty sure he doesn't look like a proper gunman, having just come back from a concert, still dressed in his usual professional attire: a western suit, hair slicked back almost completely flat, save for the odd strands he's only recently mussed out of place thanks to dragging his fingers through it. His tie is also loose, the few top buttons open.]
[ A British gangster type styled after the Krays, he's in his 40-50s and prefers boys in their teens/early 20s canonically, but I'm OOCly happy to have older men here too. ]
I thought I was the only person who'd even heard of this character, never mind played him. aaa. Anyway! I don't know if you know Kingsman, but early-canon Eggsy AUs very easily into the 60s East End/underworld setting. I can write a starter?]
[ ooc; I'm canon familiar! He and Merlin were in a game together once, and convinced they look nothing alike. It's been a bit since I dusted Harry off, but glad to see another fan! What's funny is Taron here would go on to play a Kray boyfriend after Kingsman, so this is very meta. I'm down! ]
[I'm sure I heard from another player in the same game about that, now I think about it? Small world. Also, I'm in the habit of very long scene-setting; future tags will be shorter.]
Eggsy knows he's a fucking idiot for even stepping onto Starks' radar. Say what you like about his stepdad (violent, stupid, undisciplined), but he's at least small-time enough that none of the big players see the point in dealing with him. Like the kids at school so weird they're not even worth picking on, not that Eggsy himself ever did that shit. Say what you like about him (impulsive, too trusting, easily led), but he doesn't punch down.
Anyway. He's not even expecting to see Harry himself when he picks up some work that ends on his turf. Nothing arduous, just loading and unloading and playing lookout. You know how it is. A consignment of top-shelf French liquor and Cuban cigars just falls off a lorry at Woking, and it's got to get to Soho somehow. You just never know who else is eyeing it, be that the filth or the Richardsons or who the fuck else. It's the kind of work that pays well if it goes well, and if it doesn't...
...Eggsy doesn't really have the luxury of thinking about that.
The van parks up at the back of the Stardust. It's winter, early evening: dark, but the nightlife hasn't kicked up yet. By then he's got bruised knuckles and a cut across his cheekbone, courtesy of a bunch of chancers just south of the river, and they're just finishing up the job.
He can't go anywhere until he's got his cash, but when he hears a convivial Evening, Mister Starks from the other side of the van, he thinks he might just distance himself a bit. Unfortunately, they're not going the way he thought they would - luckily he's light on his feet and it stops him slamming face-first into the man himself.
The booze that falls off the back of the truck is what makes the Stardust what Harry's accountant, Manny, call "financially soluble". That's fancy talk for "bargaining where you can" so far as he's concerned. While Harry strives for eventual legitimacy, he came up in the war, on rations, where you didn't really care how you came by the next meal; and the Stardust runs lean in spite of his schemes, though he truly believes that one day soon it will be great.
In his mind, he's also supporting where he came from when he pays the spivs that deliver his cargo, which is why he's here in person even if there are a few of the club staff at the ready to actually bring in the boxes. He's not expecting someone to nearly topple into him out of the van, but his eye does a quick assessment and keeps him in place, camel-colored greatcoat and all, ready to brace against an impact that doesn't come. Since Eggsy isn't looking up at him, he can't see the crooked smile that crooks Harry's lips, but he will certainly hear the amusement in his voice.
"Hello," He greets, the Cockney accent unshakeable. He can't help but tease, "You've a real go-gettin' spirit, ain't ya? Alright. What've you brought for me, son?"
There was probably someone else meant to run off a checklist for him as the boxes come out, do things more efficiently, but Eggsy is right there. Presumably he hauled it all - he should know, right? And nevermind Harry can't help running his eyes down the young spiv's figure. There's always opportunities to be had in the Stardust for an enterprising, young person.
[ooc: This man goes to titty bars to get wasted. He may be the older one, but not necessarily the more mature one. Might need help getting over the minor case of whiskey dick. One night stands, prefer more emphasis on age gap rather than strict daddy kink play. 20+ ota, no teens.
starter optional, at bar or strip club:]
Jesus. Do you always hit on guys old enough to be your dad, or just the pretty ones?
[Most likely the older party at 33, but she did have a baby with an older dude when she was in her teens, so we could do a flashback. No non-con, anything else is open for discussion!]
[If you've got something in mind you're very welcome to start! Could be on their summer getaway, or a slightly riskier encounter/date in the city later on when they have to sneak around a bit? I'm also fine to backtag if you ever want to revive an old thread!]
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Iwai Munehisa | Persona 5 | OTA
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Going for an innapropriate age gap more than the Daddy angle and hope that's ok 🙂↕️
It's an easy job. As easy as a part-time job can be, either way. And it's frankly fascinating: what would he give to take one of those replicas apart and put them together, even if he knows Munehisa-san would perhaps kill him overnight in his sleep if he knew he was even thinking of it.
It's not like he doesn't dream of it. Nightmares, at first, when he was green as one can be and jumpy, where the glint of the model was enough to set his hairs standing on end. The dreams change, as they usually do: and eventually, they take an odd form, half faceless fantasies and half terror, some form of violence or other involved, no matter wet dreams or bizarre machinations.
It makes looking at the boss in the face a little harder, no pun intended. It makes him drawl out the syllable in Oji-san a tad too long, his eyes flitting away from him, nervous whenever he draws close.
With it, he gets more clumsy each shift after school, only muttering forlorn apologies whenever he's left to pick up the pieces and clean up.
The thread is pulled taut. It won't take much for it to snap. ]
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going with human!AU for him for this <3
[But when a shoot-out starts where he tends to frequent, and it's clear it's one-sided, a few precise rubber shots to the legs from his own gun is all it takes to send the punks scattering.
[He wasn't sure what he was expecting when he turned the corner, gun holstered, but it wasn't an older man that honestly looks like he could have broken those brats (loosely speaking) over his knee.]
...Well, you look all right, old man.
[Nai is pretty sure he doesn't look like a proper gunman, having just come back from a concert, still dressed in his usual professional attire: a western suit, hair slicked back almost completely flat, save for the odd strands he's only recently mussed out of place thanks to dragging his fingers through it. His tie is also loose, the few top buttons open.]
Are you, though? All right?
Kita Kita | Bocchi the Rock | F/F
billy butcher / the boys
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Bob Gray | IT: Welcome to Derry | OTA20+
Ceder Bishop | OC | OTA (m/m)
Luke Skywalker | Star Wars
harry starks | the long firm | m/m
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I thought I was the only person who'd even heard of this character, never mind played him. aaa. Anyway! I don't know if you know Kingsman, but early-canon Eggsy AUs very easily into the 60s East End/underworld setting. I can write a starter?]
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[I'm sure I heard from another player in the same game about that, now I think about it? Small world. Also, I'm in the habit of very long scene-setting; future tags will be shorter.]
Eggsy knows he's a fucking idiot for even stepping onto Starks' radar. Say what you like about his stepdad (violent, stupid, undisciplined), but he's at least small-time enough that none of the big players see the point in dealing with him. Like the kids at school so weird they're not even worth picking on, not that Eggsy himself ever did that shit. Say what you like about him (impulsive, too trusting, easily led), but he doesn't punch down.
Anyway. He's not even expecting to see Harry himself when he picks up some work that ends on his turf. Nothing arduous, just loading and unloading and playing lookout. You know how it is. A consignment of top-shelf French liquor and Cuban cigars just falls off a lorry at Woking, and it's got to get to Soho somehow. You just never know who else is eyeing it, be that the filth or the Richardsons or who the fuck else. It's the kind of work that pays well if it goes well, and if it doesn't...
...Eggsy doesn't really have the luxury of thinking about that.
The van parks up at the back of the Stardust. It's winter, early evening: dark, but the nightlife hasn't kicked up yet. By then he's got bruised knuckles and a cut across his cheekbone, courtesy of a bunch of chancers just south of the river, and they're just finishing up the job.
He can't go anywhere until he's got his cash, but when he hears a convivial Evening, Mister Starks from the other side of the van, he thinks he might just distance himself a bit. Unfortunately, they're not going the way he thought they would - luckily he's light on his feet and it stops him slamming face-first into the man himself.
He coughs, ducks his head.
"'Evening, guv."
no worries, I can handle big tags :')
In his mind, he's also supporting where he came from when he pays the spivs that deliver his cargo, which is why he's here in person even if there are a few of the club staff at the ready to actually bring in the boxes. He's not expecting someone to nearly topple into him out of the van, but his eye does a quick assessment and keeps him in place, camel-colored greatcoat and all, ready to brace against an impact that doesn't come. Since Eggsy isn't looking up at him, he can't see the crooked smile that crooks Harry's lips, but he will certainly hear the amusement in his voice.
"Hello," He greets, the Cockney accent unshakeable. He can't help but tease, "You've a real go-gettin' spirit, ain't ya? Alright. What've you brought for me, son?"
There was probably someone else meant to run off a checklist for him as the boxes come out, do things more efficiently, but Eggsy is right there. Presumably he hauled it all - he should know, right? And nevermind Harry can't help running his eyes down the young spiv's figure. There's always opportunities to be had in the Stardust for an enterprising, young person.
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wanda maximoff | x-men: evolution | f/m
rogue | x-men: evolution | f/m
Hal Jordan | Lanterns | ota 20+
starter optional, at bar or strip club:]
Jesus. Do you always hit on guys old enough to be your dad, or just the pretty ones?
Yasuko Takasu | Toradora
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Elphelt Valentine 🍀 Guilty Gear 🍀 f/f