Part of the appeal of the (under)age difference kink, as in legal-aged characters being involved with those that are underage, is how absolutely taboo and fucked up it is in most cultures. Romance is nice, but let's be honest; it's messed up, even if there is a romantic element. And that's what makes it fun. This meme is for nitty, gritty, not always pretty side of underage. You can play the psychological angles of both sides, whether their actions makes the older party tormented for their decision, and all the filthy, dirty, guilty, and sexy facets this kink can offer.
But my character is a good dude and would never _____! Well, you can always say it's a moment of weakness, they didn't think, aliens made them do it, emotions made them do it - or say fuck it, it's a meme. Make them feel guilty about it later.
But my character is underage and I want them to be the older party. Age them up or play against someone younger.
+ Comment with your character. Include if your character is younger or older. Optionally, put their age.
+ Include the lowest age you're willing to play with.
+ Any other preferences you have should be added, too.
prompts
- guilty - You are a terrible, loathsome person. This is awful, you're awful, it shouldn't feel so awfully good.
- innocence - You shouldn't find their innocence and naivety as sexy as you do.
- punishment - How dare that child look so alluring? They need to be punished for making self-respecting people think bad things about them.
- over the moon - This younger person clearly thinks you hung the moon and stars. It's painfully obvious. Is that something you would take to your advantage...at least without a second thought?
- spanking - They're being a little brat. They deserve a whippin'. Where things will go afterwards, who could possibly know?
- cherry - Is it a surprise they're a virgin? Taking that away is now on your shoulders.
- mold - Such soft, nubile clay to mold into your perfect, most desired lover.
- better than them - The ones closer to their age? They're trash. Show them what true experience can do, and they'll be hooked on you.
- too sultry, too oblivious - They have no idea what they're doing to you - and how the innocence is an added turn on.
- overdeveloped - They look like an adult and it's hard to miss.
- underdeveloped - They markedly don't look like an adult, and that's what you like.
- sneaking about - This affair isn't the kind of thing you can put out in public, so you have to be careful and not get caught
- teaching - Sex isn't just known, its techniques are learned. And learning needs a teacher, of course.
- want you to have a good time - Might as well be a fun time for all if you're doing it.
- addicted - No matter how much guilt you feel, how disgusting you think you are, you just can't keep away.
- age ain't nothing but a number - You're from a species where age doesn't matter, as you're longlived or nearly ageless. Unfortunately, the rest of the world isn't the same.
- incest - Self-explanatory, though almost infinitely worse than anything else here.
- public - There's a chance to get caught, and that is dangerous with a capital D, but the thrill is too much.
- humiliation - You're never too young or too old to learn humility - or sexual humiliation.
- my young girlfriend/boyfriend - No shame here. You're owning your sins, if you even view them as such.
- unexpected - Usually, men are painted as the ones going after young girls or boys. But what about women?
- ___ of a friend - You're a parent, guardian, older sibling, or friend of one of their friends.
- daddy kink, mommy kink - Can you provide them with what they've never had?
- true "love" - You really love them. You can't...you can't help who you love. Your intentions are good, and that counts, right?
- skimpy clothing - Young people can get away with it; still, it's risky to wear around you
- student/teacher - Because this is obligatory.
- reminder - School uniforms. Making out under the bleachers. References you don't get. All reminders that you aren't the same age. Maybe that excites you.
- pressured - You don't want to do this, you really don't...they won't stop, they say they like you, you're beautiful.
- dominant minor - What if the younger is taking advantage of the older?
- chasing the youth fountain - Being with them makes you feel younger.
- romantic - You'll be gentle with them, because you at least have that going for you now.
- BDSM - They're too young to completely understand their own sexuality. More kink isn't a good idea.
- blackmail - Well, well, well, you wouldn't want this to come out, would you? You'd be shamed. You'd be ruined.
- non-con - No frills.
- guardian - You were supposed to take care of them and keep them out of harm's way. What the hell have you done?
- jealousy - They belong to you. Not those little losers making eyes at them.
- anatomy lesson - It's innocent to teach them how puberty has changed their bodies.
- how low can you go - There's flirtation, there's chemistry, there's more, yet you're doing everything BUT penetrative sex. That counts for something.
- wait it out - To your credit, you're waiting until they're legal. Or trying to, but that only makes you want it more.
- you said you were older! - You only realized that you should have carded them when you're down and dirty.
- run away - To get away from those who would keep you apart, the two of you have run away together.
- pregnancy - They were old enough apparently, and now things have gone much too far. Will you continue even after they begin to show? Will you support them? Maybe it's your dream to see them barefoot and pregnant.
- W I L D C A R D
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bakerstreet2020-05-20 08:06 pm
Katina Tarask | Super Robot Wars | Futa/All
Beth Greene | TWD
Evie | Disney's Descendants | ota
Kitty Pryde | X-Men: Evolution
Cor Leonis - Final Fantasy XV - Open to Anyone
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Funny how that can turn on you when you make a mistake. Back the wrong play, stand up for the wrong person and you lose everything. At sixteen she'd been one of the oldest children still working for the lady, even had curried favor enough for minor rank. She lost that when she'd tried to help a friend, he had escaped and she.. well she hadn't. Proxima had made it clear what her future entailed. She'd be beaten, as a lesson to others and then she'd be sold for whatever value she had left.
Qi'ra had been shocked when her sale had garnered more than she would have expected and to a well-known man. But Voss didn't take her within, instead, he handed her over to one of his men, a tall dark-haired man with eyes that looked the way she heard ice looked in space. Cold, blue, deep, and endless. Cor she'd found out his name was, some former military she thought, but he watched over her, looked after her.
She was far too cynical to relax around anyone, but his voice was soothing and his presence didn't make her feel the need to be quite as wary as others. On the transport to Coronet City where she was to be 'cleaned up an made presentable,' she even managed to fall asleep, her head lolling over to rest on his shoulder. She could wake in an instant, so this doze seemed a reasonable risk after a week of pain and apprehension at the hands of the Worms.
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It's so easy to tell who grew up on the streets, like this young woman. That wariness that such a young person shouldn't have for anyone other than the Empire itself. The hardness of a life on the streets. Which is why For is glad that he's the one in charge of her. He always did have a knack for calming folks down, for getting new members to relax enough to lower one's weapons for talking...
He lets her doze on his shoulder, knowing that she needs the rest. He does, however, keep glancing her over with a curious eye. She holds promise, beneath the grime and dirty clothes - both in what she can do and in her looks. And...the idea of anyone else wanting to take her away from him already makes him uneasy. Not when his protective instincts are flaring up now.
"We're getting ready to land, Qi'ra," he warns her in that quiet yet firm tone of voice, the one that he seems to use only for the likes of her. "Hope you're ready to be scrubbed within an inch of your life."
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She didn’t usually make it this far into the city, the takes were better but it was a long way to run to get back to the safety of the sewers and tunnels where she could hide. Speaking, she could tell by the reactions of those around her that none of them had to spend time scraping by and hiding out. She looked a mess compared to them, where as she was one of the prettier children the Worms had taken in, these were people dressed in fine clothing and delicately curled hair. They had jewelry and wore it like it couldn’t just easy be removed from them with a passing brush of hand.
The wealthy took it all for granted, she wouldn’t though, if she ever made it that far, she’d remember where she came from so she would never have to go back. The streets taught hard lessons, the first of which was finding someone to have your back. Her eyes went to Cor, sometimes she’d caught him looking at her, not like the others, not completely anyway. And she noted how his gaze would move if someone got close to her, which suited her fine. He was big, looked strong, and he didn’t set off ever red flag in her guts.
She finally smiled ruefully and laughed lightly. “Can’t be worse than cleaning the Lady’s water.” Which was really just disgusting. But… “You won’t leave me though.” Her hand seized his arm, small but strong in grip.
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And Qi'ra is correct about her being one of the prettier girls from the sewers. Probably another reason why she's being 'cleaned up and made presentable', perhaps. But he nods in firm agreement, belief by the reassuring hand being placed over one of hers. "Of course I wouldn't. It'd cost me my head if I ever did that before we finished our trip." Not to mention, he really dislikes the idea of leaving behind someone in need, even if they weren't part of Voss' little organization. It's primarily how Cor brings in new recruits, most of the time anyway.
They enter an area of the city clearly meant for hospitality. Hotels, fine dining - even a few spas with a couple of clothing stores half-hidden among the buildings. Cor gestures to the area. "Which one do you want? All of them are familiar with our group's business - familiar enough that they'll be discreet about it." A spa would be ideal to getting her cleaned up, but a hotel will at least offer some form of privacy; and regarding the latter, Cor can at least book a room with two beds should she want to stay overnight...
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She spotted a glittering golden building, some sort of hotel or something but it looked like the most ridiculous request, it would be a test to see if he really meant it. "That one." She pointed, waiting for the expected chastisement and command to pick something else, something less. Qi'ra turned to look at him, her smile half a challenge, just waiting for him to crack.
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"Hmnh! Aren't you a greedy little thing..." There's no venom in those words, no sense of condemnation; just dry sarcasm as he directs the pilot to land at that hotel. After paying him, he leads her inside the place.
It's even more fancy looking on the inside than it is on the outside, with gold-trimmed marble walls and the finest decorations seen on Corusant. Cor mostly ignores anyone staring at them, though he does give the more annoyed gawkers a firm glare if they so much as squeak a protest at Qi'ra's presence.
The receptionist seemed nervous to talk to him, asking a few more questions than necessary. "After all, I really need to know her family name, at the least," was one of his mild protests.
Cor pauses at that one, however, and looks over at his charge, where she's still clinging to his arm presumably. "Do you have a family name? Or did you never get one?"
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That want didn't stop her from clinging a bit tighter to him as they walked through the lobby. She could see the stares of the patrons looking down on her and she had to puff herself up a little in defiance.
Family name? Street kids didn't get those, and she sure as hells wasn't going to take Proxima or Worm as her name. "Don't have one, don't need one." She said quietly but not weakly. Surely the clerk knew that already just by looking at her. But it wasn't as if sales of people were so rare that this wouldn't have happened before, they knew what the situation was even if no one was saying it.
At least she didn't think it was a fighting ring or mine work, those could be lethal. Maybe Vos just needed a new pickpocket or someone who couldn't be traced back to him for a job. She had skills, she was small but strong, she had value.
Of course there was the alternative that she had been bought for another kind of use entirely, but those types normally looked into the brothels for trained slaves that were already cleaned and tamed and ready for use.
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The receptionist, however, doesn't seem pleased with that answer, and started up a new like of protests. Cor seems to silence him with a casual wave of his hand while firmly saying, "Nevermind the name issue. Let's just get us into our room so that she can get herself cleaned up. I'll even throw in a...tip if you do it quickly enough."
Within seconds, the mood of the receptionist changed from fussing to eager compliance. As he did that, Cor gives everyone else around them one last "leave her alone" glare, ahifting his arm to wrap around her shoulders protectively.
Within minutes, they got their key, and Cor gave him some extra credits for some extra 'discretion' on the part of the staff. They're quickly shown to their room - a nice two-bed suite high up, overlooking much of the city. "Make yourself at home," Cor tells her as he closes the door behind them. "If you got any questions, now's the time to ask them."
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He worked his own magic, credits were magic as far as she was concerned. Money made things happen, money lead to power and power to more money. That was how the world worked, it was how she was kept in her place and people like Vos in his. But Cor wasn't cruel, just forceful enough that people paid attention and she just stood in as his shadow and fell under the protection of that shadow.
He made it seem easy, but she'd had to scrape for everything she had. The hotel, the suite would all have been beyond her ability to con, scam, or steal before. And yet here she was. When they were let into the room the first thing she did was go to the window and lookout. The whole city fanned out around them and from here even the shipyards managed to look less dingy.
"This place has real water 'freshers. I heard about that." She'd had baths both they were generally from water hardly cleaner than she was herself. And you couldn't exactly enjoy them because some other worm was liable to steal anything you let sit out for more than a minute. And the water was cold. But this place had hot water, unlimited supplies of it. She could steam and soak herself until she washed every bit of scrumrat off.
Her clothes though, they still spoke about where she was from, no amount of cleaning was going to make them look any better than any other street kid. But she wasn't a street kid now, no longer a scrumrat. She wasn't sure what she was, but she was determined she could be more. And Cor was there to help her, it was.. it felt nice. Her trust was hard to earn but he was getting there.
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"Yeah, they do. Fluffy robes, too - and they even have decent samples of shampoos here, too." He moves towards the guest comm. "Go ahead and get started on cleaning up. I'll have Room service bring up a spare set of clothes for you - just something to tidy you over until we go shopping."
He's gotten good at sizing up one's clothes size over the years, and it wouldn't take long for them to receive one outfit worth of clothes. Nothing too fancy, and it might be a bit more feminine than what Qi'ra is used to; that said, it is clean and only a half-size bugger than what she should be wearing.
Cor leaves her dirty clothes wherever she would've dropped them - he doesn't want to risk ruining her trust by fiddling with what few belongings she had on her person. Makes for awkward partnerships down the line. Instead, he'd be checking up on the news thru the holo-screen, seemingly lost in thought...and yet, his sitting posture is that of a man ready to strike at a moment's notice...
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She eyed the clothing that had arrived while she was busy, it wasn't anything like her discarded clothing. It would never hold up trying to rush through the tunnels. She slid the material through her fingers, it was soft and had a sheen when she held it to the light. The color was deep and rich and oddly matched her eyes.
Qi'ra dropped her towel and pulled on the clothes, they fit well enough. It was odd wearing something that felt so fine against her skin, but she liked it. She thought maybe she'd want more like this in the future. She knelt and stuffed her old clothes into a bag, after taking things out of her pockets and trying to find new places to hide them in her new clothing.
"I think they might not try to kick me out in these clothes." She laughed and looked at herself in the mirror, she looked pretty, and lightyears from the girl who walked into the room a short time ago.
Qi'ra | Solo: A Star Wars Story | OTA, pref for F/M
Lucrezia Borgia | The Borgias | m/f
master roshi | dbz | m/f
Natasha Romanoff | MCU | OTA
Prompto Argentum | Final Fantasy XV: Brotherhood
Alphinaud Leveilleur | Final Fantasy XIV
Claire Bennet ∞ NBC's Heroes ∞ OTA
Dietrich Lindstrom | OC | M/F