goshdarnspam | kinky —adj , kinkier, kinkiest 3. informal, attractive or provocative in a bizarre way

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kinky —adj , kinkier, kinkiest 3. informal, attractive or provocative in a bizarre way

HEY GUYS GET READY FOR THE

IC KINK MEME

1. Post kink prompts, anon or logged in, ICly or OOCly.
2. Fill those prompts IN CHARACTER!! You can be anon or logged into your account, you can have your characters insert themselves or take the prompt into a completely different direction if it’s IC for your prompt-filling character. The key phrase here is fill them in character.
3. NO UNDERAGE CHARACTERS IN THE SEX PROMPTS. Either age-up or do fluff prompts for them.
4. HAVE FUN!
5. NOBODY IS LATE, I posted this hella early, so get in here.
6. This wording and meme tweest stolen from, and credited to, Sara!

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The God of Fear had fortunately neglected to mention every Gothamite in City during that shipping meme, because even his prodigious talent for organization and intercourse had scientific, biological limits.

The short story: it had taken place in a BDSM club. That had been Nygma's idea, because the Deputy Mayor was still, at heart, a filthy pervert who was probably a fan of James Joyce. Still, he was an idea man, no one could deny that.

Penguin had funded it, with his grubby little hands dipped into every legitimate and illegitimate business in the tri-state area. He wanted to watch, and possibly even participate, and none of the others were keen on telling him no. A Bat fetish was par for the course in Gotham.

Harvey had flipped on it, which didn't seem like much, but for him irrevocably committed his help to the matter, and he'd been the perfect fake bait to lure the compassionate chiropteran to the club in the first place. A short struggle, a liberal dose of sedative and our intrepid hero (of the pointed ears but strangely lacking the vital scowl) woke bound to a bdsm table with his own gadgets. Hoisted on his own petard, so to speak.

They'd even left his mask on, though not the rest of the outfit (it had been a struggle to remove, admittedly) at Edward's insistence, believing a legal loophole in some vigilante clause about self-defense, identity, something or another. In any case, they were Gothamites, and they'd brought Gotham to the City. Batman was going to be dethroned, if not demasked, and without a doubt defiled.

Penguin's annoying laugh was what woke the little bat, but it was the slow scratching of sharpened nails up his bare chest that cued the struggling. He made some token protest before Harvey supplied the convenient flesh gag--the table was sturdily made to bear them both without a single complaint.

Even though they were close friends, Oswald and Edward didn't seem enthusiastic about spending quality time with each other, but they were more than willing to take out some pent-up homoerotic frustration on the replacement Bat. He stopped fighting about half an hour in, as exhaustion set in. Any one of the three would be demanding alone - together they were almost more than anyone could manage. The Scarecrow was invited multiple times, but demurred on the grounds that observation was all well and good. He'd trained himself to ignore those urges at will.

But they finally coaxed him into it, (at gunpoint, Harvey being the charming man he was), and utterly corrupted the experiment--and in so doing, stretching the limits of the Scarecrow's goodwill and patience, among other things.

When they'd finally exhausted the bounds of their imaginations, they left the Bat there, semiconscious, phoned it in to the imPort police, and left in remarkably high spirits, all.