bakerstreet | ❝ Daddy Kink ❞

( Kinky fun with an older man/sugar daddy, or a step-dad kinda scenario. I'll write her from age 18ish through mid-twenties, whatever is preferred. Just no non-con. )

(( younger~ down for actual situation or roleplayed ))

[ Open to either:

a. May being the older, doting party. Mommy kink just doesn't have the same ring to it. Aunt kink?
or
b. Ageplay with her taking on the younger role for shits and giggles. ]

Edited 2018-01-27 04:58 (UTC)

[Younger]

Edited 2018-01-27 08:35 (UTC)

( daddy play and dynamics are fine, strongly prefer 21+ or aged up characters, not interested in jack/angel, there are also prefs in my journal. )

Edited 2018-01-27 09:10 (UTC)

[Younger. Open to Hercs and Roleplays]

Edited 2018-01-27 14:16 (UTC)

[Younger party]

Leonard hadn't met Jim in the most ethical way, and he knows it. The young man had come into the ER with a broken arm, Leonard had patched him up and sent him on the way.

The kid had come back to thank him, a couple of times, harass him into going to get coffee. Then Leonard had run into Jim at Bondage-A-Go-Go on the age play night, and well there was no shaking him after that, and Leonard can't really say he minds.

For once he has the long weekend off, but he supposes that's what he earns for working almost two weeks of doubles. So Jim is coming over and they are going to have a nice weekend in, and maybe some play time to cap it off.

Jim had been distracted all week with the thought of spending the entire with Bones. Ever since they met the two have been inseperable, probably in part due to Jim’s stubborn streak but it can’t be all be blamed on Jim. Bones had agreed to coffee that first time but didn’t need to continue it, now they were practically a couple in every sense of the word except for the fact they haven’t talked to each other about it.

Jim always had trouble keeping a boyfriend, especially with his sexual desire to try pretty much everything and of course when it came to his preference to be a little, it was a dealbreaker for most, So imagine Jim’s glee seeing his crush on age play night. They’’re relationship had just evolved from there.

Jim left work about an hour ago, grabbed the bag he packed last night with a couple different outfits Incase they decide to actually take time to go out and not have their hands all over each other. He also went into the very backmof his closet and grabbed his hidden bag he packed the night they had agreeed to this weekend. He pulled it out and on his other shoulder; the Noah’s Arc bag star contrast to his normal grey messenger bag. He’d look like just another Dad to anyone on the street, no one suspect that the clothes and such were in his size, nor did they need to, once he got to bones’ place he’s relinquish it to him.

He walked up to the door he was getting more familiar with and knocked waiting with an excited grin.

Leonard opened the door with a smile on his face, still in his scrubs. "I just got home... had a case run a little long." He says letting Jim into his apartment.

He closes the door behind them, and leans in and gives Jim a slow and easy kiss. "Gonna shower, right quick, decide what you want to order for dinner." He smiles against Jim's lips.

Jim couldn’t help but let his eyes close at the easy was of their kiss, letting out a small hum of contentment. “You could have told be to come later, it would have been ok.” He grins, but he’s completely fine being at Bones’ place.

He steps away and looks around with a smile and shrugs off his backpack and putting it in the corner by his shoes, still holding on to his kid bag. Nerves hit him a bit and he takes a breath before turning back to Bones and holding it out to him. “This is all of Jimmy’s stuff.” He says quietly. “For whenever you want.” He adds with a small nervous smile.

Bones smiles and takes the bag, and sets it on the couch, pushing his fingers through Jim's hair. "Why don't you get settled, and comfortable and figure out what either you or Jimmy wants for dinner, there are a couple of menus and stuff in the cabinet." He smiles moving toward the bathroom to take a nice hot shower before he settles down with his boy.

Jim just nods in response, not quite trusting his voice. This setting is all different. Sure he has embraced his age play at the club on those select nights few and far between, but this was different. This was more of an intimate setting, where Jim has only spent the time in his normal everyday head space. It would probably take him a bit longer to let his little come out, but it was something both he and Bones enjoyed and wanted to share together.

Once Bones has disappeared into the bathroom, Jim just as the older man had suggested. He opens a few drawers until he locates the correct one with the take out menus. He flips through them until he sees a Chinese place that looks pretty decent.

He grabs a pen and the notepad by Bones' home phone, who the hell still has one of these?) and writes down a simple order of sweet and sour chicken with fried rice and crab rangoon. Something that both he and his little will enjoy. Jim the goes to the living room and stares at his bag...well no time like the present he guesses. He opens his bag and pulls out a pair of soft shorts, his Star Wars briefs and socks and his Hawkeye t shirt. He changes in the middle of the living room quickly and packs away his adult clothes before pulling on his clothes. Glad he showered thoroughly before he left. He settled on the couch, closed his eyes and relaxed, letting go of his responsibilities, worries and nerves, bit by bit.

Bones showers scrubbing the smell of the hospital off of himself, because that is never fun, and the hot water helps him relax into his own headspace. He takes a bit of time on scrubbing his hair.

He takes his time drying off, he moves from the bathroom towel wrapped around his waist. He moves over to the couch where Jim had changed and drags his fingers through Jim's hair.

"Hey kiddo, you decide what you want for dinner?" He asks voice warm and easy, he sees the note and smiles, "Daddy's gonna order dinner, and get dressed." He says picking up the phone and the pad of paper and dialing the number, he makes the order as he moves into the bedroom, and pulls on a pair of black lounge pants, and a gray long sleeve shirt, pushing the sleeves up to the elbows.

He comes back out setting the phone on the coffee table, and smiles at Jim, "What's your word tonight, darlin'?"

(the younger one. only interested in actual illegal / age gap scenarios. can be aged down Kink List)

[ ooc: How could I resist? ]

[ooc: Definitely the older.]

[ Younger party, can be 16-19. More than likely also inexperienced. A-okay with playing up the daddy kink or just doing an older/younger thing. AU and Cross-canon welcome. ]

[Either role depending on the partner.]

[ 'Daddy' Role more than likely, but willing to switch it up every now and again. ]

[ Younger or 'little' Role]

[ younger or 'little' role.]

[ Pushing forty for younger partners, or can roll him back to the Overwatch heyday for older partners. ]

[ That Boy Is A Bottom (tm) ]

Edited 2018-01-27 21:09 (UTC)

[Open to whatever. I'll play older or younger, Hisoka can fit either easily and I like writing both.]

[ ooc; this dude is canonly almost as old as the big bang and literally owns a chaos planet where he just fucks with people and makes the strongest ones fight. I'm pretty sure it'd be a match made in Hell if you're cool with him and Hisoka ending up on the planet somehow? ]

[If I saw him in a game you have no idea how fast I'd tag him. This sounds amazing. Hisoka's fine with going with the flow and would be happy to fight and win a fuck ton.

We could say he showed up there as a result of whatever the fuck- I'll make it up, pretty much showed himself in as a fighter and then fought a lot and did well with his weird unseen power (I guess most people there would just think it was telepathy).

We could start from his latest fight and when he finally moves into some sweet fucking room/gets to go to a grandmaster party. It'll sort of be like his experience in Heavens Arena where he fought his way to the top. Uuhh assuming you know his canon and shit of course, haha. Also apologies now for my limited icon selection.]

[ ooc; I read/watched Hunter x Hunter years and years ago ( though naturally I now want to rewatch it haha ) so I have a basic idea!

'whatever the fuck' is very plausible considering the planet ( Sakaar ) has a sky full of wormholes that almost all lead in. so far people have gotten there via fucking up with teleportation and being stuck on a runaway airplane. in the end it doesn't really matter exactly how he showed up unless you'd like it to be in an uncommon way. usually people arrive falling out of one of the wormholes onto some sort of trash pile ( bunch of stuff, especially space debris, falls out of those wormholes so it's literally a garbage planet lol ) and got swarmed by scavenging people who want to sell them into slavery or eat them. since Hisoka could easily dispatch them if they didn't manage to swing a taser net over him, he would have had his choice about who he wanted to be on the planet.

it would be very interesting to the Grandmaster if Hisoka had volunteered to fight and work his way up through society via the arena since usually the gladiators are either slaves who got captured out in the wastes or prisoners for crimes against his regime. it'd also mean Hisoka would get to avoid the shock collars ( well, 'control disks' ) that get put on the other gladiators and actually get paid.

the scenario you proposed sounds perfect to me. maybe it's a party thrown in Hisoka's honor for becoming Champion? this dude is pretty ridiculous about spoiling his favorites. I guess my question is whether or not you'd like to play with that control disk thing? since this could deff also be the time it gets removed if he's got one. I'm fine with whatever you think is most interesting, just wanted to give you the master/slave option!

and no worries about icons pfff I don't exactly have a variety either. ]

[I like the idea of the collar. Maybe it was put on him because he's so unpredictable and kept killing the wrong people. He never gets on real trouble though because man does he put on a good show. It pissed a lot of people off but since he really entertains the grandmaster he keeps getting away with it. It also gives my muse an extra goal of hey get this thing off.

He totally volunteered to keep fighting though and would roll right into being Champion. He also sure is a hedonist and likes to get spoiled. And being the champion means he gets to fight the most interesting and strong people so win win.

The party sounds great. We can make up shit as we good like about his former matches etc.

Sorry for the delay I replied to you right at the start of some travelling. Would you be able to put up a starter for the scene/the party? I should be able to slam right into it then! I'm pretty excited for this haha.]

[ ooc; I'm happy to start now I've got all the deets to set up! Also be sure to let me know if there's anything you'd like me to fix via PM! No worries about the pace. I'm just as excited to see where this goes! ]

Sakaar was a strange place, and not just because the skies were peppered with wormholes and landscaped with piles of debris. It somehow managed to balance chaos with a semblance of order; if you looked at it from above, you'd see the skyscrapers and various buildings ( cobbled together from the scrap ) followed trends and were separated out into distinct districts of saturated colors. At the center of it all, almost double the size of the next highest building, stood the Grandmaster's citadel - a structure that might remind someone familiar with Earth's Native American history of a totem pole by its tiers, if still wholly a thing unto itself for being comprised of the heads of the recognizable Champions that had held the title there, rather than the more symbolic faces of spirits.

The Grandmaster had to wonder if his latest Champion would last long enough to warrant adding onto it. Certainly it would be something different all around. Aesthetically speaking, Hisoka was pretty, especially when compared to the rest. As a fighter and personality, he also stood out from the rest. His would not be the first face of bloodlust, of someone who was only truly living when he was testing his mettle against another, but he would be the first who was willing to admit it. Even the great "God of War" himself, Ares, had had a family to whine about after the blood had been washed off of him. At first it had been fun to parry his concerns in a multitude of ways, but then it got boring. The Grandmaster was relieved when someone came along to thrash Ares enough to fake his death and put him in the Grandmaster's toy box.

Hisoka's rise to the Championship had been very different as well. The Champion he would have had to beat in order to gain the title - The Incredible Hulk - had managed to escape Sakaar while the man in question was still working his way up from the lower tiers. Instead, the Grandmaster had had to come up with a series of worthy challenges for Hisoka and the remaining gladiators ( most of them had escaped too with the revolt that came with Thor Odinson's arrival ) to prove themselves against. Today's title fight had been against an abilisk - a monster who was not only gigantic, multi-tentacled, and nigh-impossible for a single person to kill, but who happened to also shoot rainbow matter-altering beams.

The abilisk was a critter which was relatively rare in the universe, and the Grandmaster's initial intention for keeping it had been to either trade it off to his discerning brother ( as his namesake suggested, The Collector had a menagerie that made him very difficult to impress, which made it all the more pleasing to make him envious ) or sell for the purposes of injecting a little more chaos outside of Sakaar. Taking into account Hisoka's needs for a fight where he'd have to utilize every bit of his power and ingenuity to live, however, alongside the need of his people to have a distraction from the malcontent rebellion that was still very much alive, had made the decision of bringing it out a rather simple one.

It was also definitely his way of flirting with the colorful showman.

The Grandmaster was an entertainer himself these days above all else, which was why it was a necessity to throw a grand party at the top of his tower. Less known was his capability as a shrewd businessman - the entrance to the shindig came at an exorbitant fee. This meant it was mostly clotted with moguls and other well-to-do capitalists, but there were a few fighters there as well. For once, they weren't all holding their breaths awaiting the Grandmaster's grand entrance, but Hisoka's.

The Grandmaster was already there, leading a full futuristic band ( mostly comprised of terrified musicians ) with his electric keyboard through various jams meant to keep the dancers dancing and the liquor flowing. He wasn't precisely sure when Hisoka would make his appearance, or how, but improvising was one of his most favorite things in the world and he planned to play his Champion in. He'd recently received word that Hisoka's injuries from the battle had been stabilized enough to clear him to enjoy the party.

Maybe he'd start off with a murder, the Grandmaster mused, and wondered who among them might be the unlucky bastard. If homicide was the case, Hisoka had better pick his target wisely, for he'd no doubt get a shock from his control collar to at least make a show of keeping him in line. It just wouldn't do for the atmosphere in the long term if the guests were constantly fearing their lives would be lost to random acts of violence; even a city full of killers needed to be able to relax once in a while.

Right now, Hisoka was the Grandmaster's favorite, and that meant he could get away with a great many things, but as a ruler he at least needed to appear like he was fair and willing to protect the rest of his citizens. Everyone knows the Grandmaster is a tyrant, but he did seem to work off of a set of rules they could adhere to, if not exploit. Now that the rebellion was on, people were questioning more than ever how the Grandmaster was still alive, much less willing to put himself out there so publicly; most still believed he was just a figurehead for a much more powerful and silent board of government. This was by design.

It helped that his stalwart bodyguard, Topaz, was at his side as he played, giving either the stink-eye or a simple 'fuck off' to those who dared to try and schmooze the Grandmaster while he was still waiting on Hisoka to arrive. There was mystery surrounding her too, for the word on the air was that she had crashed her flying vehicle rather spectacularly in pursuit of those that would dare try to leave her master's domain. Was it luck that had allowed her to survive, or something more powerful?

Everything was better when there was a little mystery and fear in the world, at least he thought so.

Edited (switched to prose after my dumbass reread your preffs, my b) 2018-01-31 11:25 (UTC)

The time he's spent here feels brief but knowing what he knows now of this world it's not surprising at all. How he's gotten here at all remains an enigma but he'd be willing to put it to lack of knowledge about someone's Nen ability. He did have a way of getting into trouble, especially when he was too excited about something and acting too quickly. But it seems that this place pulls people in through various means. It usually involves a wormhole of some variety, so perhaps some how that's what he had encountered.

In all honesty though, he doesn't really care.

He missed his toys back home but this new world offered him another entirely empty toy box to fill and if there was a way to get here, he could return, he assumed anyway. Why not enjoy the ride? After all, this place and how it worked wasn't far from Meteor City and he knew it well enough. The politics here were simple and while he could've easily gained status or sway through other means, using the arena just seemed

well. Perfect.

It was Heaven's Arena all over again. His opponents now though had such unknown potential. He never saw Nen used but things like it. He had no desire to really fight beasts but would surely put on a good show to assure more fights and a better room. Hisoka was strangely at home here, even if the collar was a bit of a nuisance. Being collared, kept, caged, he didn't do well with it. Underestimating the technology here and going too far was what got him one of those collars. He was told it would be removed though should he cooperate and with the leader of this place, The Grandmaster, it didn't seem difficult to please him at all.

Fight after fight, he said he wanted it to be this way, came willingly, and the Grandmaster was happy to comply. The more pleased the crowd got, the better, and that worked very well for a man who dressed as he did, liked tricks and games, and could do very well at hand to hand. His popularity grew, as did his freedoms. Hisoka had never really been celebrated, he never sought to be either. That part didn't matter, nor did the money or prestige. All he wanted was that entertainment himself and that gradually building freedom. All he had to do was be himself. The first time he killed a member of the Grandmasters staff and got that collar was frustrating but Hisoka has never been one to let something get to him for long. His time in that arena was cleansing, and though he missed some favoured playthings, he can't deny the allure of such interesting and powerful sparring partners. It was nice too when the finally stopped shoving the weak ones at him. He indulged in the fun ones, ate the good food that was given to him for his winnings, took advantage of what attention his looks got him, and so on. A hedonist, though, even he held himself back enough, sometimes making yourself want things more only made it better, right?

Now, finally, he's found himself invited to something he's heard about here and there. An inner circle in a way, joining it now because of his status as Champion, though again the title didn't really matter. He was always The Magician, Hisoka The Magician, as he was known on that first day of his 'career' here. What did please him though was being a 'favorite'. It meant more pull and he was curious to get more free time with the Grandmaster to see where it led him. Hisoka had no desire to really leave just yet, but being this well liked would perhaps make it an option when he finally did get bored. It was good though that the Grandmaster also hated that, boredom.

Dressed in his token harlequin aesthetic, lovingly supported by both Sakaar and the Grandmaster, he made his way through the halls of that tower. He was chaperoned for a short time but of course found his own way around, collar or not. They'd inform the Grandmaster, he was sure, or that angry dog, Topaz, but it didn't really concern him.

As he walked he saw raving fans from windows and on screens, banners with his name. He could even seen washes of face paint, the crowds having adopted his token makeup here and there in their celebration. It was all very... cute. Hisoka smiled to himself, letting his pace slow down before he crept into a more secure section of the building. Off limits, places that led to maintenance and security rooms, places he wasn't allowed yet, though too, places full of low level workers. He knew now not to go for the important ones. It was easy to slay them, sure, but while his collar was still on it was better to be on good behavior...sorta. Still, he could get away with some things, and it was rather expected now. Of course on his way he'd take advantage of it, killing a few guards and staff who were in his way along the more narrow halls. He let them try and contact the Grandmaster first, opening the feed, maybe getting a word in, but then killing them for a little bit of a high before he moved on. It wasn't the same as some good combat, but it still upped the pace of his heart a little. It was for the best if he was going to some party.

A body drops in from the doorway, hitting the floor with a wet smack, the wet sound making more sense when a pool of blood forms, stretching out from under the corpse. Seconds after Hisoka steps in, heels on to add even more to his height, and puncturing into the body as he walks over it like some strewn out carpet. He has that token, slim smile as he enters, stepping off the back of the body and into the blood, using it as some macabre carpet. Surely this would get some gasps, though others might be more perturbed by how late he was. Though... being late was also something people just got used to about him. He's here at least, right?

If the Grandmaster was an emperor, then these parties and the Contest of Champions were his bread and circuses. The circus had had plenty of strong men, knife-throwers, and freak shows... but it'd never had a magician before, at least not one of Hisoka's caliber ( one that could win ). Truth be told, even from the moment he started in the arena, the Grandmaster had been supporting and watching him closely, though of course he waited until Hisoka proved himself in a few fights to actually start sending him more rewards than money.

In Sakaar, very little was forbidden; instead there was a market for just about every sin imaginable if one looked hard enough. First Hisoka's food improved and then he started getting money and leave to do what he liked ( until, you know, that included killing people of importance ). Of course, all the best drugs were in found in the citadel. The Grandmaster himself was a notorious pleasure-seeker, though his reputation tended to swing between 'man of leisure' to 'junkie' depending on the week. No doubt about it, he certainly sent Hisoka some good alcohol and moved him into the citadel shortly before the Hulk went bursting out of his own room and out of Sakaar. Soon enough, he also sent the man a few playmates to suit his carnal needs outside of killing in the arena, though the Grandmaster learned very quickly not to send Hisoka any toys he couldn't stand to lose.

Of course he acted like he was sorry when he had to put Hisoka in that collar. He'd even had some little production of scolding him in front of a little audience the way a disappointed father does when he has to take the car away from the irresponsible son who took one too many joyrides. Of course he wasn't really that mad Hisoka was having fun and had chosen to plow it into a crowd that included his Head of Marketing, but it was the principle of the thing. Conveniently ( tooootally coincidentally ) it also meant Hisoka was even less likely to leave even if he were to try in the future.

As a gambler who calculates odds and likes being right, the Grandmaster tuts to himself as he hears about Hisoka's rampage through the halls - boys - but is pleased when the body hits the floor. The Grandmaster's fingers shift on the keyboard to punctuate it dramatically, a sort of musical 'ta-da!' followed by a ripple of synth keyboard work that's somehow both sinister and playful as Hisoka steps off the body. The lights of the dance floor all swing to back the clown or carve out his path forward in rave colors.

So much can be done with the right music and effects; you can make murder into a sensation, the casual taking of life into a boss fight challenge.

"Oohp, looks like that guard wasn't doing a very good job of guarding, huh? That's uh... one way to make 'em disappear." The Grandmaster's voice comes in over the speakers with a simple touch of a button on his keyboard. He laughs a little, prompting some of the crowd to join in, "Sakaarans, please welcome your Champion: Hisoka the Magician!"

A roar of applause follows, but the crowd will stay out of Hisoka's way wherever he wants to go. Of course, the Grandmaster hopes that path is to him, but... well, it is Hisoka's party, not his. He can't expect the man to come and thank him for it before going off to enjoy.

Good Magicians are hard to come by, it's a dying art. His Nen looked even more like magic too to those who couldn't see his Aura, as it had been in his own Universe. He'd take advantage of it as much as he could, he was always one to be resourceful. It seemed like this place was all about being resourceful too, he found himself curious about how the Grandmaster became, well, the Grandmaster. All that social and political power? He couldn't sense any abilities off the person; did he have some unseen strength? Mind altering abilities? It was hard to say when he never got especially close to him.

Hopefully that would all change now.

Fights and interests in other peoples powers weren't his only indulgences, though he didn't have a lot of others. No drugs ever entered Hisoka's body, he didn't even have a mind to smoke. He worked out, he kept active and fit. Most of his enjoyment came from those fights, though he really wanted to travel more of the planet and see what else was there. He doubted much but... being locked away like some animal didn't do him any good. Pleasures of the flesh could be more his style, though he really had a type. Pretty things that were nothing else bored him. He'd have more fun and get more aroused bedding with the other combatants than he would any courtesan. He often got pretty raunchy too in that arena, much to the audiences enjoyment. As for other pleasures, food and drink were nice, sweets of all varieties, leisure-- yet... Freedom really. That was the kicker. It seemed difficult to get that and the arena though. He was just so fickle.

Parties are- well, an indulgence he supposes? He knows about them here as well as the variety of them, at least for the Grandmaster. He found it enjoyable to go to one now, though he knew he wouldn't be interested in mingling for too long. Still, if his collar was to be removed here than attending was a must. He had hoped there might be some other higher rate fighters invited too, and of course the Grandmaster himself. He didn't have any interest in getting to know anyone else. Weakness was boring and unfortunately a lot of people were weak here, but then again, it had been the same on his world too. Maybe it was for the best. If everyone was skilled he'd have a hard time keeping himself calmed down. It was true though that he could find value in those good at other crafts aside from fighting.

The synth music is a nice touch and he smiles a little more, stepping further into the room as his eyes lock on the musician, the Grandmaster himself. When the lights hit him he swings a leg forward, stepping directly infront of the other foot and rests a hand on his stomach before taking a bow. He can play along, and see? This dead guy is a nobody, he knows better now than to upset 'dad'.

After his little entrance and a pulled, sultry 'thank you', he'll let the excitement die down before he moves around too much. It's easy for him to ignore the attention and he does it gracefully. People there are wise not to get too close or touch him, allowing him to navigate the room, leaving red foot prints behind. It was better for him like that, again, he had no interest in speaking to them or even acknowledging them much. Occasionally someone that caught his eye would get a small smile and reply, but he kept his attention on the Grandmaster, someone he's aware is waiting for him as well.

"You certainly love to spoil." He says, leaning against a wall by the Grandmaster. His arms cross over his neck and he tips down his head, looking to him as he sits with his drink. Anyone accompanying the Grandmaster is completely ignored and his gold eyes stare unblinking to the older looking man.

"My bed is covered in the most adorable stuffed animals." His smile gets sort of innocent, childish even as he cocks his head to the side.

"I feel so~ special."

"You are special," The Grandmaster assures Hisoka, favoring him with the warmth of a little smile and a glitter of amusement in his dark eyes. He continues to play the keyboard, but he's hardly distracted by the conversation. Music has always been a great part of his life, thus he's spent billions of years ( not that he discloses his real age to anyone, really ) making it on just about every instrument there is. After all, what is an instrument if not just another means to craft one's reality and another game to play?

"Did you see the chocolate fountain yet?" He nods towards the tiered fountain that's partially obscured behind a line of armed guards. It shoots the melted sweet five feet into the air and is, quite frankly, a bit ridiculous, but that's just how the Grandmaster rolls. Everything needs to be just a little bit extra even if the man himself seems incapable of producing any attitude but 'mellow'.

"I'm not telling you what to do, but the uh... first dibs on it are yours. Everyone else is waiting patiently for you to take it."

Though it sure is amazing what a little army can do for patience, isn't it?

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"So kind." He softly replies, eyeing the Grandmaster. He'll happily catch the other mans eye before letting his gaze drag down over him. He still isn't sure what the man is... He definitely looks human enough but so did a lot of species around here apparently. And what was he capable of? How did he get to this status? The possibilities made his skin tingle a little. He certainly hoped to not be disappointed... but this mans abilities may very well purely reside in that alarmingly high charisma. Even Hisoka felt himself a little swayed by it. He wondered, if it was possible, what sort of Nen this Grandmaster might develop in his Universe...

Hisoka's eyes return to the Grandmasters fingers after that, casually watching them dance over the keys as he stays leaned against that nearby wall.

"I haven't... I was distracted. But now that you mention it maybe I should indulge a little." His eyes glance up to look at the fountain. He did feel swayed by that too. The corners of his lips curl a little more.

"You're doing this on purpose. You want to see me crumble a little, is that it? And here I thought you liked to see me win." Crumble in will he means of course. He WILL push off the wall though and see to getting some of that chocolate. He's learned to trust the food here over all. As long as he plays along he wasn't really tricked much. Chocolate was an easy win for him too, all sweets were, and he'd enjoy it for a short time, but not without licking his lips while purposefully still facing the Grandmaster from the table.

(ooc: Younger. Kinks are in the journal.)

[ He's a bit cold, mostly awkward, and could use a little exposure to fun ]

[ m/m. looking more for age gap than actual daddy kink. he's the younger party at 18, but he could easily be the more commanding/dominant of them. ]

( ooc: Older. )

Since Alfred had ended up accidentally in the desert town of Night Vale - possibly teleported into it in the middle of his own life, or suddenly traveling through the snow until it had become sand and he had just ended up there like a Denny's at 4 AM - Cecil had taken to doting over him avidly. It had started out the way that he treated the local high school kids, or his niece Janice, or his newer interns; he'd invite the boy to go bowling with him, or offer him snacks that he has on hand, or just start up friendly conversations in passing. But at some point Cecil had become attached enough to the newcomer that he'd have to say it was more like a puppy crush. Or... a crush, on a puppy.

Today Cecil has invited Alfred to take a walk through town, smiling brightly at all the townspeople that greet Alfred with the traditional friendly gesture of pointing at him and screaming "INTERLOPER!" at the top of their lungs. It's so nice to see the newest member of their little community getting such a warm welcome. And seeing as Cecil, local radio host at Night Vale Community Radio, is something of a celebrity here... it's definitely made the transition smoother, and nearly no one throws things at him anymore.

"So, is there anything you want to be up to?" He starts off in a casual tone, "Because I hear the Barista distrist has some great sales going on but that's like, only if you want to go on an adventure. It gets pretty intense in that area and when skirmishes break out between rival cafes it is not pretty."

In truth, there is very little in the way of options for pleasant interactions with anyone outside of Cecil. He's not sure if being around the older man makes it all worse or better. He hasn't particularly tried to figure it out. He's still trying to really get where he is and how he could get back to where he came from -- which seems to be more difficult to plan than he'd have guessed.

Alfred glances over at the man's question, a brow raised. He contemplates it. "I suppose that sounds as if it could be interesting," he answers, though his tone seems to imply that he thinks that it really doesn't sound all that interesting to him at all. It's hard to know what he does feel like doing. "Is that what you would like to do?"

(Sane-ish edition (either Pre-Mirakuru or Season 5 finale onward). Older party. Open to daddy kink, step-father, and adoption type situations. Check first if you'd like for him to be the bio parent.)

[if roleplay, he can be either. younger if ageplay]

❝ Daddy Kink ❞

Claire Bennet | NBC's Heroes | F/M

Dick Grayson | DC | m/m

(aunt) may parker | spider-man/mcu | ota

barry allen (earth-2) | the flash

handsome jack / borderlands franchise

Chuck Hansen | Pacific Rim | M/M

Jim Kirk | Star Trek AOS | M/M

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Eren Jaeger | Shingeki no Kyojin | M/M

Bruce Wayne | He's Batman | m/f

Greed | FMA | ota

jack morrison aka soldier 76 / overwatch / m/f

Kanda Yu | D.Gray-man | m/m

Leonard 'Bones' McCoy - Star Trek - m/m

Henry Sturges| ALVH and The Last American Vampire [Books]

James Wesley - MCU/DareDevil - m/m

Clint Barton / MCU -Fraction / m/m

McCree | Overwatch m/f

Luke Skywalker | a star war | m/m

Hisoka | Hunter x Hunter | OTA

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U'rajul Tia | FFXIV OC | M/M

Alec Hardy | Broadchurch | M/F

min siwoon ( at the end of the road )

son gohan (28yo+) | dbz | m/f

Kenny Al-Bahir ( War at Home - m/m )

Alfred ( Vikings - m/m )

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Slade Wilson • Arrow • M/F

Alec Lightwood | Shadowhunters | m/m