bakerstreet | The Ageplay Meme

The Ageplay Meme

It's time for you to act your age.

It's been decided decided that youth is wasted on the young, so lucky inhabitants will be indulged in a bit of age play. As the name suggests, this means one partner is treated as a difference age than they actually are. Usually, this comes with the implication of their being an "age gap."

Today, the luckier will find that they're roleplaying these scenarios with another person, all with a...decidedly sexual tinge. Of course, there may be an actual age difference, but everyone is of age and this is all pretend. As for others? Well, they may find themselves a bit more involved. For them, all this is real. This might be a mental thing, or the powers that be may be a bit more creative and tinker with physical ages. It all depends on how good you are. But what about the kids who are already- er- kids? They'll stay as they are, and get paired with an older partner. Sounds great, doesn't it?

So bust out the teenage angst or the frilly dresses and bows, and play nice. Remember: always bring an adult.

INSTRUCTIONS
1. Post with your characters, including what role you'd like your character to play (older/younger) and your preferences (no one under ____, no number 2, roleplay only, etc).
2. Tag around, either choosing options at random or using some kind of RNG.
3. Don't be naughty~. Or do.

OPTIONS
1. All of this is roleplay. You're acting a part.
2. This is real. You're actually living this.

(possible) SCENARIOS
1. PARENT & CHILD: So, have you been bad? You know what happens to bad kids...
2. OLDER SIBLING & YOUNGER SIBLING: If the parents aren't in the picture, someone has to take care of business.
3. OTHER FAMILIAL RELATIONSHIP: Keepin' it in the family.
4. TEACHER & STUDENT: Don't stand, don't stand so, don't stand so close to me...at least not during schools hours.
5. DOCTOR & PATIENT: An apple a day keeps the doctor away, unless you want to play.
6. CUSTOMER & STRIPPER/DANCER/HOOKER: Older people have the money, younger people need the money. Surely something can be worked out.
7. JAILBAIT: One of you better watch out, because this is trouble with a capital T.
8. THE BABYSITTER: ...you've seen the porn. I don't have to describe this.
9. CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURES: If you don't see something you want, make it up.

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((We have one thread on the go, but up for another?))

OOC: Sorry for the lateness of this reply. Not only was I out of town for several days, I just found out all my notifs since the code push have been going into my spam folder. Anyway, absolutely, if you still are!

((silly notifs disappearing on you. I am absolutely still interested. Anything different tickling your fancy?))

OOC: Yay! Hmmm... actually, I have no idea how this might work, but I've had precious little chance to write him more on the Batman side of things. Don't know if that sparks any thoughts?

((ooc: ohhh Batman side? Why not a version of Guard/Prisoner, with Batman just capturing Pamela. And giving his own justice...))

OOC: I like that a lot!

Pamela stood from a distance, as she watched the petroleum station go up in flames. It was beyond saving now, the fire had reached the gas tanks, and all the firefighters could do is fight the fury of the flames, to ensure it didn't spread.

She had chosen her target to minimize damage, not that anyone would report it that way. The petroleum station was located in the middle of cleared ground, that used to be a forest. It was the first facility to be built in this area, where they were going to commercialize to accommodate growing Gotham. No other buildings had structures in place yet, but they were coming. The fire was a warning.

Right now, Pamela was dressed in dark green skin-tight clothing, and a mask that covered her face. It wouldn't be any good for anyone to see 'Pamela Isley' right now. Already the rumors mill had many stories about the eco-terriorist that was Poison Ivy. And how she was the defender of nature.

With every criminal he'd already delivered to the authorities, with every gangbanger or petty thief tied to a streetlight with his card tucked into their collars, Bruce knew that the legend of the Batman was growing. When the outlandish villains began appearing, the challenge was almost exhilarating.

That night, the wheels of the Batmobile screeched to a halt too late to save the station, but in time to catch the perpetrator. What he found was far from anything he'd expected-- a young woman, not even out of her teens, masked and clad in an outfit that left none of her attractive curves un-hugged.

Batman sprung from the cockpit of the vehicle. "Stay where you are," he announced in a loud rasp, "and I won't have to hurt you."

She didn't now what surprised her more, the Batmobile screeching in front of her, or the tingly feeling of interest from the raspy command.

"Perhaps I like a little pain..."

He closed the distance between them until the girl was well within his reach. Still, Batman was cautious and he stopped before getting any closer. The redhead didn't seem to be carrying any weapons, and would have a hard time concealing any in that outfit. But that didn't mean she wasn't dangerous.

"You're not going to run, are you? Not even going to try denying what you did?" Very unusual and more than a little intriguing.

Poison Ivy just looked at him, not showing any fear. And he was right, just because she didn't carry weapons didn't mean she was dangerous.

"They were the criminals, and yet I break the law by stopping them?"

"You don't get to choose. If they were in the wrong, someone could have brought them to justice, maybe me. Burning them just cost justice it's chance at them-- and your freedom." Closing the gap between them, his hand slipped down to his utility belt, readying a taser charge.

"So I'm taking you down. You choose how."

She glances at the taser. And looks up at him. "What is the second choice?"

He nodded, moving his gloved hand slowly away from the taser. It slipped under his cloak and reappeared with a set of handcuffs. "You come peacefully. I take you somewhere safe while I investigate your claims. If they turn out to be true, you'll want that on your side when I take you to the GCPD."

"Fine... take me in..." Pamela held up her hands, so he could cuff her. A small smile on her lips. Already, she was activating her best defense, her pheromones. She wondered if it would have any effect on the Batman.

Attaching the handcuffs, he noticed a particularly pleasant floral scent on the redhead, but ignored it. To his relief, she cooperated completely from being walked back to the Batmobile, through the blinded drive back, to being placed in the Batcave's single holding cell.

The accommodations were a little primitive-- simple iron bars fronting a prefab concrete cube. Plans included steel-walled cells with plexiglass barriers and all the bells and whistles, but that was still a ways off. Feeling just the slightest touch light-headed, he stood at the cell bars, with Ivy on the other side. "Come here so I can uncuff you."

Pamela wasn't happy about her new surroundings. She touched the iron bars and frowned at the concrete surrounding her. She held out her arms to him, when he asked to uncuff her.

Reaching into the cell, he unlocked Ivy's handcuffs and then stowed them back on his belt. For a moment, he found himself having to hold the bars as his head briefly swam. Wondering what might be affecting him, he looked at his prisoner and the dismay she clearly showed at her cell.

"Hopefully, you won't be in there long. Is there, um, anything you need to be comfortable? Anything I can do for you?"

An odd offer considering he'd just incarcerated her, but he could feel his sympathy for Ivy rising by the minute.

She raised a hand to touch his shoulder. Not going for the cowl, she heard stories about the people he hurt who tried to de-mask him. And she wasn't going to de-mask him either... she just didn't want him thinking that was her aim.

"Don't leave me alone in here." Her voice was soft. The worst thing she could imagine was being alone in this cell. It was so depressing. So harsh.

He let out a breath and had to stop himself when he realized that he was already reaching for the lock without thinking. Bruce took a step back, trying to assess. Something-- possibly even something Ivy had done-- was compromising his decisions. The worst part was that he found himself not caring.

Deep inside, he knew that the only place for her was inside the cell. Even restrained, she'd be dangerous outside of it. But there was an urge he couldn't fight. So he did the only thing he could think of-- he unlocked the door, stepped inside the cell and locked it behind him.

"The door won't be able to unlock for 30 minutes," he told her.

She was a little surprised when he steped inside the cell, and locked it behind him. And then smiled when he noted they were locked in the cell together... for at least half an hour.

"So tell me Batman... you going to spank me for being so naughty?"

"I really ought to," he answered, almost smirking. He could feel himself leaning more and more toward wanting to do whatever she said. "You did something to me, didn't you? Can you make it stop, or do I need to get it out of my system?"

Batman reached down and pulled her up to her feet. Of course, that also had the unintended result of putting her body even closer to his, her mouth closer to his. Before he knew it, he was leaning down to kiss her, hard and hungry.

"Why would you want it stopped?" Pamela lightly teased him. She was a little amazed that he could tell that she had affected him.

Then he pulled her up to her feet, and her body was pressed close to his, and Pamela could feel her heart racing in response. When he kissed her, she returned the hard and hungry kiss with her own passion.

"I-- I--" And now he was having trouble thinking of a good reason why he wouldn't want to give in to what Ivy was suggestion, although if he was really able to think about it, she hadn't mentioned anything other than spanking her. And just that stray thought was enough to make his hands slide down her body to cup her ass through the bodysuit.

"All right," he said against her lips, "work it out of my system it is."

"Everyone loves a good workout." Pamela ran her hands down his body, lightly kissing him again. There was indeed a man behind the mask, and she could tell that he wanted her. And truth be told, she wanted him too.

"And rules I should know first-hand?"

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