bakerstreet | Go directly to jail, do not collect 200 dollars

Go directly to jail, do not collect 200 dollars

+1 hardcore, x100 guilt

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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Sigurd was glad he could get what he wanted to eat at most restaurants here in Copenhagen. Of course now he had a guide in the form of the cute dancer. Mikki was an attractive young woman and the Swede was taken to her.

"You are a big strawberry eater then?"

The Swede offered an amused smile as he pecked Mikki on the cheek. Most would just see a rock star walking around the city with a tall, attractive stripper on his arm. Nothing new there.

"I like cake, too." Mikkel smiled and settled back into riding the Swede's lap. The emotions were passing for something happier again.

He didn't know what to expect and felt the flutter of nervousness in his stomach. No one had ever taken him out to dinner before.

"Cake? Ok, now I have an idea what you like. A girl with a sweet tooth and a sweet personality."

Sigurd kissing Mikki on the cheek whilst allowing her to ride his lap as she danced. It was a cute thing to be taking a vulnerable stripper out to dinner because she needed it. The Swede could tell just how thin she was and it made him concerned.

"You're a very cute person, Mikki."

Mikkel blushed at the compliment. "Most people tell me I'm bratty."

He grinned at the kiss to the cheek and gave Sigurd a quick peck on the lips in return. Sliding his arms around the Swede's neck again he relaxed into the dancing.

"And you're a dirty old flirt." Mikkel giggled but it was true.

"You're a brat? Really? Is it because you're a cute young dancer girl who wants to be spoiled by an older rich man?"

Sigurd was flirting and being playful at the same time because being with Mikki so far was fun. His evening was getting better by the minute spending time with the dancer and getting to know what she liked.

"I've never been called old because my band mates are all similar ages except Ulrik who is the youngest. He's not much older than you."

"You don't know me yet."

He was having fun and wrapped his arms around Sigurd's neck to lean into the Swede. It felt good and he was starting to understand why some of the girls liked to do these.

"You called yourself old." Mikkel giggled and kissed Sigurd's cheek again.

"You're right, I don't know you but maybe I'd like to get to know you better."

Sigurd wasn't bothered about the money side of it because this was more about getting to know the young girl and just who she was. Her past had been shit from the sounds of things and the Swede wondered if he could bring some happiness into her tough life.

"I did, didn't I? Alright, you get to call me an old stupid bastard."

The Swede laughed and kissed Mikki's cheek.

"Are you trying to get more than a dance out of me?" Mikkel giggled but he was getting the feeling that Sigurd wanted more than a dance. It was both scary and exciting. Mostly he felt nervous.

"I didn't call you stupid, just a dirty flirt." Mikkel was shy but he also had a boldness at the moment because he was seeing a glimmer of escape from his life, for good. "You can do more than kiss my cheek if you want. I won't tell on you."

It was flirtatious but the nervousness came through too. He'd already done more with Sigurd than he had anyone else.

"That would be up to you."

Sigurd said at the beginning that it was up to Mikki in what she wanted to give the Swede even though he went ahead with wanting a private dance. The important thing being he didn't want Mikki out of her comfort zone.

"I'm glad you won't scream at a bouncer if I do this."

The bassist winking as he traced his finger tips along Mikki's jaw before leaning in to kiss the dancer's long neck. Such a long neck it was! But then she was a tall girl so her body had to be in proportion.

"We'll both get thrown out if we become shirtless I suppose."

"I'll tell you off if you do something I don't like. I do that most nights." He meant the people out by the poles who got handsy or whatever. For now, Mikkel was comfortable and his curiosity was outweighing the fear or anxiety. He'd seen Rik and Ollie make out all over and he had to admit he might be interested in doing that with this Swede.

The neck kiss almost got a scream from him. He pulled away, squirming and giggling. He's so ticklish and paired with a new sensation of someone kissing his neck he has to quickly grab on to Sigurd so he doesn't fall on the floor.

"I thought you didn't like tits, but now you want to see mine?" Mikkel was in full on giggles now and trying to regain his seat in Sigurd's lap and some composure.

The scream was cute and Sigurd wasn't expecting Mikki to squirm and nearly giggle her way to the floor falling off. Had she never had that part of her body kissed before? Obviously not. Sigurd wondered if she was a virgin but he didn't want to ask that since she was still so young but then she was a stripper.

"I've got you---"

The Swede grabbing onto the young flighty Dane, giving Mikki a kiss on the cheek as he steadied her up once more.

"You're ticklish and I see and no---I don't like tits but know you don't have any. I'm a leg man so us shirtless will be like two boys together more than a boy and a girl."

If that made sense.

Mikkel is glad for the Swede's help when he almost unseated himself.

"A little." Mikkel flushed brighter but he was telling a small lie since he's very ticklish.

"My legs are already bare." Mikkel teased while giggling over the comment about two boys. He's glad Sigurd doesn't know. The last thing he needs is for the club to find out he's a boy.

"I'm already shirtless too, but you aren't." Mikkel winked at Sigurd and knew this might get him in trouble but young and carried away with things they might understand. They'd definitely understand that more than him pretending to be a girl.

"You screamed in my ear, brat."

Sigurd just using the name brat as something cute and not in a mean way. Maybe Mikki might like having a cute nickname like that? If she didn't, then Sigurd would stop using it.

"Yes, they are and what a hot pair they are. So fucking hot."

The bassist smirking as he trailed his hands up them, enjoying the feel of just how smooth they were under his touch. Mikki must wax and shave a lot so that she didn't have any hair on her body but then---she didn't seem to anyway. Most girls didn't.

"How about I get shirtless then? Then, we'll be even."

"You tickled me." He shot back but it wasn't serious.

The Dane had to bite his lip when Sigurd started touching his legs. It felt so good and he felt his whole insides flutter.

"Are you going to strip too?" Mikkel started to giggle again but leaned back to give Sigurd space to get his shirt off. The whole idea filled him up with a fluttery heat. He'd never had anyone undress for him. Any nerves were fading away for the moment and giving way to attraction. Now that he was looking more closely, the Swede was very hot, especially his smile and his touch.

"Yes, I did, but I didn't know you were going to scream then fall onto the floor. I've met a lot of flighty young girls in my time but you are one of a kind, Mikki."

Sigurd hadn't ever dated any strippers before but there was a first time for everything. Mostly, it was groupies or people he'd met at bars or behind the scenes in signings. The life of a rock star.

"Would you like me to? I don't want bouncer boy out there coming in and seeing us near naked and getting fucking angry."

There was always that and Sigurd cared about Mikki's job than getting naked with a stripper.

"I'm not flighty." There was the brat tone that others heard.

"You could tell them I took your shirt off." Mikkel started to giggle again because he was nervous. Sure, he's see others naked when he went skinny dipping but those were all siblings or people near enough to that. This was very different and Mikkel found himself wanting to touch Sigurd's bare chest. Those thoughts weren't any that he'd had about someone before but he's too high from the intimacy, gentleness, and potential for escaping to think about that very clearly.

"Alright, then you're not flighty and sorry for saying so."

Sigurd thought about what Mikki was saying and agreed. Surely, the bouncer could believe that because the Swede was getting a private dance back in the room. Moving back a little, he pulled his shirt up over his head so that his bare chest was now on view.

"Happy now, brat?"

Just how many naked male chests had Mikki seen? Was she still untouched in bed? There were so many questions going around in Sigurd's head about the dancer.

"Me, you wanted to undress. Are you happy?"

Mikkel felt his cheeks heat though and he couldn't resist sliding his hands up Sigurd's chest. His emotions were getting out of control but he didn't resist them. Sliding in closer, hands still pressed to Sigurd's chest, he gave the Swede a kiss. He lingered there with their lips touching wondering how kissing got more intense or how you let someone else know that was what you wanted. Rik never seemed to say anything to Ollie. They just looked like they knew without it.

"I'll be happy once you're more undressed, yes. This is what we both want, isn't it?"

Sigurd was always wanting to make sure he wasn't breaking any rules or going too far with Mikki because she was so young. It almost felt illegal that he was having a dance with such a young dancer but Mikki was legal, she had said so herself. The kiss was soft and cute, causing Sigurd to guess that Mikki was indeed a virgin.

"Have you ever kissed a man before, Mikki?"

This would help answer a few questions.

"I'm in just a bra and panties." Mikkel got wide eyed. "Are you asking me to get naked?"

He couldn't do that. Well, he could lose the bralette but not the panties. He couldn't no matter what Sigurd asked for.

"Yes." Mikkel said it with confidence. Truth was he had kissed Torden, once, more innocently than this, but that counted, right? He wasn't going to admit that he hadn't done anything. It felt too embarrassing and reddened his cheeks.

"How about you lose the bralette then we'll be equal with naked chests."

Sigurd didn't think it was odd asking this young stripper to lose her top half because she had no cleavage so it wasn't a big deal. He didn't like tits anyway so it didn't matter. Mikki was such a cute and charming girl.

"Not naked, no. I know you can't do that and I wouldn't ask it of you."

The Swede was no fool and knew the dancer couldn't go that far because he wasn't in a brothel and Mikki wasn't a prostitute. So, she had kissed a man before. Sigurd wouldn't dispute it so took her word.

Mikkel glanced down at what he was wearing. Did it really matter since men could go shirtless? Only he wasn't a man right now, or was pretending not to be at least.

"You are a dirty old man." Mikkel giggled as he looked up at Sigurd. Slowly, he pulled the bralette up over his head. Sitting there, in Sigurd's lap, in just his panties made him feel exposed all the sudden and he wrapped his arms around himself. Part of him wanted to get more naked and the other part of him felt like running. He wondered what Sigurd would think of a girl with no breasts at all.

"I..." He bit his lip anxiously and shrugged. "I guess you don't like tits so I'm not.. I don't know ugly." He'd danced one night for the evening when all the girls were topless. The comments he got from the crowd were too much and he would never do that again. However, those feelings were coming up now that he was topless in front of a man who was, essentially, a club client.

"I suppose I am right now with a cute young topless girl sat in my lap offering me a hot dance."

Sigurd could see just how vulnerable and young Mikki was now topless and shy. The wrapped arms around her body caused the Swede to press a kiss to the Dane's cheek in reassurance. This wasn't about making her feel awkward at all.

"No, you're not ugly. I don't care about tits because I'm a leg man and you're beautiful the way you are. Fuck whoever thinks you need massive tits or something because you don't. I like you the way you are and you don't need to hide yourself in front of me. So far you've been nothing but charming and accommodating so thank you."

The bassist wanted Mikki to feel reassured and not afraid.

"You did ask the youngest looking dancer in the place."

Mikkel looked down at his arms wrapped around his body as Sigurd spoke to him. He didn't want to but his eyes started to well up again. No one had said things like this to him, well no one except Rik and his brother really. That wasn't the same as this. Mikkel had stopped dancing and just leaned in to lay against Sigurd's bare chest. He needed to bite back more tears, needed a moment to breathe after hearing what the Swede had said. Slowly, he unfolded his arms and wrapped them around Sigurd's midsection.

All he could think about was wanting the Swede to stay, or take him away, or something. After a few breaths he broke into a smile.

"I'm not going to have some angry girl or boy come pissed off that I was naked in their man's lap?" Mikkel was, in a round about way, asking if Sigurd was single. Suddenly, he desperately needed to know. The comfort and kindness was already too much to want to give up and he knew that this probably wouldn't last more than tonight. He'd get dropped off after dinner and be back to hell. At least for a few days, even if he got enough money for a plane ticket to Sweden.

"Yes, I did, didn't I? That would be you, brat."

Sigurd smiled and then noticed how close Mikki was leaning against him and couldn't help but stroke her blond hair and want to look after her. Such a young thing in an adult world. What kind of childhood did she even have? If she had one at all. It made Sigurd angry in a way.

"I'm single if that's what you're asking. No, I don't have anyone at the moment as I'm touring with my band and exploring the city coming to relax."

The Swede wouldn't cheat on his partner by doing this anyway because he might be trashy but he wasn't a fucking sleazy cheat like some other rock stars could be. Mikki was so young but was growing on the Swede.

"Maybe I should ask you the same question. Do you have a man ready to punch me back to Sweden?"

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