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Got daddy issues

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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( He'd be playing the daddy here. 3 is most likely. Not interested in 6, 10, 16, or 20. Particularly interested in 12, 13, and 19. AUs and assumed CR welcome, obviously. )

[AUing him a bit to make his childhood much worse. Replies won't always be this lengthy, I just got carried away setting up the scene haha]

Scorpius' early life had been marked with tragedy and death. His father had been killed before he was born, assassinated by a Death Eater that had escaped Azkaban; someone he'd once called a friend, Scorpius had been told. Soon after he was born, his mother, still grieving her dead husband, had taken her own life.

That left young Scorpius to be raised by his grandparents. With Narcissa around to remind Lucius that family was more important than status, that may not have been so bad. But, perhaps due to her heartbreak from losing her only son, she became ill and passed when Scorpius was but a child.

Scorpius had grown up stifled and reserved, restricted from anything considered unbecoming for a Malfoy. He was never struck, but the emotional and mental toll was massive. Perhaps that was why he sought David's company like this. A taste of what he'd never had, in a way that would make his grandfather seethe.

That brings us to now. Scorpius has had a very rough day working at the Ministry; his supervisor has it out for him. Given Scorpius' family name, that's not paranoia, it's just the reality of things.

The point was that he'd had to be perfect and composed and cool-headed all day, despite everyone and everything working against him, and although he had had many, many years of practice at that, it was still exhausting and he didn't have it in him any longer to be his grandfather's vision of the perfect Malfoy that day. He Apparated directly to the home with the ocean view he'd secretly bought for just such encounters and waited. David would know and he would come. He always knew.

David Jones had been called upon for many things in the past, but never something like this. It certainly tickled him that after centuries of silence in which witches and wizards had forgotten devils like him, he was called up by some stripling of an old line so fallen that people remembered it only to hate it. It would be an interesting bargain once he finally called in his end of it; for right now, he was just pleased to give Scorpius what he sought: a father's love.

He knew when Scorpius apparated to the house and he did his version of the same, showing up behind the wizard in silence. Davy wasted no time in swooping Scorpius up into a bear hug.

"Hello, my sweet lad. Your da's missed you sorely. Has it been a good day?" It wouldn't have been, he knew, but he always gave Scorpius the room to come undone himself.

Scorpius soaked up the attention, starved for positive physical contact. He knew he was playing with fire, he knew this was a terrible, reckless, stupid thing to do, but he felt like he had no choice. He needed someone outside of wizarding society, someone he could trust to keep their word, to keep this secret.

If word got out that he was gay, it would ruin all he'd worked for. Never mind that he did things like this, this perversion of familial love.

But he put all that out of his mind as he turned around in Davy's arms, burying his face in the devil's chest. "No." He put on a sulky tone, pouting. "It was completely dreadful. I missed you so much!"

What the witches of this age had become made Davy more than a little sick. They clung to arcane rituals and mores out of fear when once upon a time they had been more comfortable in their own skins. If anything, he was as proud as he could be of Scorpius for seeking out exactly what he wanted.

"Oh, I'm sure it couldn't have been that bad, and in any case, I'm here to make it all better." Davy brought his hands up to smooth back the younger man's hair. He'd had his share of genuine children in the past and he'd been something of a decent father, in his opinion - he knew what most children wanted, and that included the loving touch of those they put their trust in.

Of course, this was something far different.

"Come, and I'll draw you a bath and you can tell me all about it."

Scorpius closed his eyes blissfully as Davy smoothed his hair back, letting himself wind down and sink into the proper mindset.

"Thank you, Daddy." A hint of a smile tugged at his lips as he opened his eyes again to gaze up at Davy. He let himself be guided into the bathroom; the bathtub was more than large enough for the both of them, partially because, as a Malfoy, Scorpius was accustomed to a certain amount of luxury. Money was all the Malfoys had left, really.

"Everyone there hates me. They're always passing on the worst tasks to me and talking behind my back." It was so nice to just let himself be petulant without fear of real consequence. "Punishments" were different, of course, and he knew if he got too bratty, there would be one, but he wasn't afraid of them the way he was terrified of the consequences for being less than perfect out there. In here was safe. In here, it was okay for him to get things wrong.

Davy certainly had his fill of luxury every time he came to this house when Scorpius called upon him. It made this deal a little sweeter, but nothing compared to helping a young wizard in need.

Once they were in the bathroom, Davy waved his hand at the tub and it began to fill with steamy water that smelled of sweet flowers. Meanwhile, he began to undress Scorpius, one article of clothing at a time.

"Maybe they're scared, mm? They know that you're capable of great things." Piece by piece, Scorpius's fine clothing came off and ended up in a pile on the floor thanks to Davy's quick fingers. It wasn't long before he had his boy naked and ready for the bath. Davy's hands rested at the wizard's hips and he leaned in to press a light kiss to his abdomen before rising to his feet.

"I certainly believe you're capable of meeting any challenge they throw at you." A little smirk touched upon his lips, following a more modern sentiment's path. "But if you need me to come and have some words with someone, you'll let your daddy know, yes?"

Scorpius let himself be undressed and pampered and coddled, a small sound of pleasure escaping him at the kiss. Being eighteen, a stiff breeze was enough to get him hard sometimes, so just being naked in this context more than did the trick, never mind the anticipation for what was to come.

He nodded at the question, ducking his head shyly. "Of course, Daddy. I tell you everything." He smiled, allowing himself to enjoy the feeling of someone looking out for him, someone willing to protect him from the things he could not handle himself. Even though it was fake, even though he would never actually ask that of Davy... it was a nice thought.

The tub filled, Scorpius looked up at Davy expectantly, either for instructions to get in or to be picked up and placed in the tub by the fae.

Davy rose to his feet and reached for the young man's face, taking his cheeks in his hands. Leaning in, he planted a soft kiss to Scorpius's forehead and then tossed his head gently in the direction of the tub to indicate he should get in. His hands, meanwhile, dropped away so that he could begin to undress himself and join his boy.

"What are you in the mood for after our little bath?" He might have taken his time about the whole process, having caught how hard Scorpius had gotten from the barest touch. Just because he was playing a fatherly role didn't mean he had to be simply indulgent about everything; let Scorpius wait it out a bit. His boots came off, then his shirt (baring the torso of a man who'd worked hard all his mortal life), and then his trousers (baring strong legs and shapely buttocks that more than one person had had a fondness of holding on to).

Davy moved to settle into the water behind Scorpius so that he could keep the young man between his legs.

Scorpius stepped into the tub when prompted, sinking down into the warm water with a sigh. For a moment, he tried to hide his staring, but then the realization that he didn't have to and that he shouldn't hit him. After that, he watched greedily as every inch of Davy's skin was revealed. He bit his lip eagerly at the sight of the fae's cock, and his body was absolutely buzzing with anticipation by the time David was sat behind him in the tub.

He leaned back against the larger man, pressing back until that cock bumped up against his ass.

"I just want to spend time with you, Daddy." Scorpius answered. It was a bit of a dodge of the question, because it was still embarrassing for him to ask for what he wanted. It still took some prodding to get it out of him.

Davy might not have had youth on his side, but his virility had never been a problem. He was hard against the press of Scorpius's ass in almost a heartbeat. He brought his arms around the young wizard's abdomen, letting them drop low enough to brush now and then against Scorpius's cock.

"Mm, whatever can I do to make the sweetest son in the world feel better after a long day?" Davy leaned back against the edge of the tub and pulled Scorpius back against his chest, just so they could rest a little more easily. He moved his arms to bring his hands down to Scorpius's hips and from there they began to stroke along the wizard's thighs. They were strong - the Malfoys always had seemed to preserve themselves against the ill effects of "pureblood" inbreeding. Or maybe Scorpius was just special. Davy could believe that.

"My bright lad, I'm at a loss..." Davy pressed his head close to Scorpius's and his mouth brushed against the young wizard's ear. "What would my son ask of one who'd give him the whole world?"

[ younger party. ]

Edited 2016-06-14 03:52 (UTC)

[Younger party, 2-3, 10-11 elements particularly welcome but open to any. Obviously AU and assumed CR would both be fine as well as MCU canonmates. A Tony could be particularly fun with the 'you sent me to my room' comment coming to mind.]

[Younger party. Open to it including 6 though he can also be aged up post the end of Heroes of Olympus timeline]

[Younger party, though pretend age difference would be fine too. No Scotts, please.]

Edited 2016-06-14 04:40 (UTC)

[Younger party--I think this is fairly obvious.]

Elaine meet Luke at a time when there weren't many Jedi left in the galaxy, and those few who remained were scattered across light years, practicing in secret--if they were even aware of their gifts. He was about ten years her junior, but she'd seen in his eyes that he was experienced beyond his years in many ways. And yet, in others, he was still very much in need of guidance--our at least a shoulder to lean on. Someone to lift him up when his experiences weighed him down.

Elaine had seen her share of darkness, and she wanted to be t hat person. In whatever way that she could.

Luke had seen a lot. In some ways, too much, more than anyone his age should have. To go from sheltered farmboy to Jedi hero in four short years was just his life, and yet, his life had come to encompass so much darkness. He held it in check, but there was no denying that he was the child of fate. And his experiences were somewhat uneven. It was one thing to face the darkness in his father, in himself, and come out on top because he had to.

It was quite another to admit that in some ways, he'd never really left the farm. After all, he'd had too much to do to go through normal channels of growing up, and while he'd been raised by an aunt and uncle he was in so many ways still an orphan of the Clone Wars. The result was a mix of innocence and a maturity beyond his years which sometimes confused even him. To the point where it was very, very difficult for him to relax, or let go. He'd spent too long with the responsibility of the rebellion, of the Jedi legacy, on his shoulders.

Elaine understood what it was like to have to try and find oneself in the midst of responsibility and confusion. She knew what it was like to push oneself to excel, and be her own harshest critic. So she tried to be patient with Luke, and allow him to open up in his own time. To show him through her actions that he didn't have to shoulder all that weight alone.

She sat beside him, now, listening to the ambient sounds around them, and quietly studying his face. "What's on your mind?"

Luke looked over at her, a brief smile creasing his brow. It was almost apologetic, that smile, as if he'd been caught out. "Sorry," he said. "I know we came here to relax." And the planet was lovely, really. Right now he could hear water running--water!--and some sort of avian life forms. Wind rustling in the trees. The energy of the place was vibrant, too. Peaceful.

Luke was, however, anything but at peace. There had just been too much. Too much fighting, too much death, too much uncertainty. And the future stretched on before him, so much of it apparently resting on him, without any guide for how to move forward.

"I know," she murmured, reaching out to brush the hair back from his furrowed brow, as if she could brush away some of his worries as well. She'd done her best to find a relaxing location, but she knew that it could take more than beautiful scenery to ease a troubled mind. "Relaxing can be one of the most difficult disciplines to master. It takes practice. But maybe I can help."

She did, after all, have some talent in matters of healing. And while Luke's body had been mended, the heart and mind often needed extra care.

There was something he wanted, something he'd been unable, unwilling, to ask for ever since all this had started. He'd felt it too petty, too childish. There just hadn't been time for comfort when he'd had to present leadership, expertise, responsibility. He chuckled softly, shaking his head at himself.

"I just," he began, and stopped. Swallowed, thought better of stopping, and forced himself onward. "Just once, I want someone to just... take care of me." He flushed hotly. "That sounds wrong. I know there are things only I can do. I know there are reasons to keep myself apart. But I've been holding it together for so long, Elaine. I'm sorry--I feel like I'm complaining. I'm not."

Elaine listened, watching Luke's inner struggle reflected on his face as he spoke. He'd been so isolated for his formative years, and then forced to grow up so quickly in such a short span of time. That he'd held himself together for as long as he had was impressive. That he was expected to go on doing so--whether that expectation was placed on him by himself, or others--was unrealistic, and unfair. But how could he know any differently?

"Oh, Luke," she said, wrapping her arms around him. "We all need support from time to time, and expressing that need...you don't have to apologize for that."

At her touch, Luke seemed to melt against her. Not bonelessly, perhaps, but giving in just enough to let his head sink against her shoulder, his compact form folding against hers. He'd never had this. Given the chance, he was a tactile person, but it had only been allowed to come out to play on certain occasions, few and far between. Owen and Beru, while doing the best they could, had always been a little distant. Asking for physical comfort was not something he'd learned how to do. Physical anything, really. All he knew was isolation and then physical training. The softer side? There had been either no outlet, or no time.

"How do I know what to ask for?"

Elaine might not have known him very long, but she'd seen glimpses in his body language. He wasn't always the stoic Jedi with hands folded in his sleeves. The animated way he spoke when he let his guard down, and stood within arm's reach of those he trusted told her that farmboy from Tatooine was still very much alive, and very much in need of nurturing. She wrapped her arms more securely around the farmboy-turned-knight, running her fingers through his hair as she embraced him.

"Search your feelings," she suggested, giving the familiar words a slightly different meaning. "And know that I am here for you, even if you can't always put those feelings into words. All you have to do is reach out."

And she would do her best to meet him halfway.

That farmboy was indeed very much alive, as often as Luke attempted to bury him for the sake of the work. He wasn't ashamed, per se. He knew where he'd come from, what he'd been. It just wasn't always in line with what he felt he needed to be.

He was grateful that someone like Elain could see through him. No, they hadn't known one another long, but they'd sensed in one another some sort of mutual need, and that had let to trust. A trust he could not burden Leia with, a burden he could not trust with Han. No, this was something else.

He liked the feeling of her hand in his hair. He couldn't remember anyone doing that before, but it was sending pleasant sparks along his scalp, unfamiliar comfort.

"This," he murmured against her shoulder. "It feels so childish, but..."

"It isn't childish," she answered softly, "It's human." Though it could be easy to forget, even with all the power of the Force behind them, they had the same, basic needs as any other human being in the galaxy. Elaine would not deny him this comfort any more than food, or shelter.

"It's... life."

He smiled against the fabric of her top, amused at himself because it's the sort of thing he'd tell anybody else. Why was he different? Why couldn't he tell himself the same things?

"Don't you ever feel," he said softly, still leaning against her, "that we're not really allowed to have that? To be... human?"

Elaine laughed under her breath. "Yes," she said, "I often feel that way. But you can't pour water from an empty vessel, can you?" She shook her head, and hugged him gently. "You have to take care of yourself, so that you can continue to care for those around you, and not burn out. You know?"

She turned her head to look at him for a moment, and leaned in to kiss his cheek. "You don't have to be the invincible Master Skywalker for me."

[Maybe having Lenalee as his assistant helping him to come up with new scenarios for his novels? She could be his actual kid or granddaughter, or it could be pretense. Any prompts that you'd like to do/avoid?]

[Either party, though mun would be voice testing playing the older party.]

[Younger party. no 5, 6, 13, 14, 16. Anything else is fair game. "Problem child" would take on a more bratty tone]

(Younger party. Quite obvious.)

( ooc: how do you feel about gohan being her dad, and maybe pampering her when he gets to see her come home from her journeys? or maybe he's out on his own journey (since no dads are ever home in pokemon), and when they happen to cross paths, dad and daughter 'catch up' somewhere? )

((Younger party - Jacob has an excruciatingly unhealthy thing for older men, and he isn't exactly averse to doing things with older women. No 6, 16, or 20, please.))

(( younger party! ))

(ooc: Voicetesting, and also canonically likely to be so awkward at this. What is he doing here again? Oh God...)

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