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PICK-A-KINK MEME Use Your Own Kink List as a Prompt List

This meme is no frills; it's almost criminally easy - yet also tailored exactly to your tastes. HOW TO PLAY

Comment with your character, preferences, AND a link to your kink list/an equivalent. If you don't have one, list a few kinks you're very interested in playing in your comment. Blank comments won't be deleted, but you'll probably be laughed at.
Comment to others. Use their kink list as a list of prompts. You can either RNG it or just pick something you like aka what everybody does anyway.
Play it out.
Boom, there, you're done. Easiest meme of all time, no bullshit frills.

[Darcy's kinks list has something for almost everyone. Because what are inhibitions?]

[Kinkyity kink kink.

Keep in mind, everything is negotiable. If you have ideas, hit me up.]

[It had been a very stupid idea for the human to attack him. Any human with any sense of self-preservation would run and hide. This one however had attacked him head on and as much as it irritated him to see such arrogance it amused him as well. It wasn't like that pathetic race to hold that much courage and it made the boy interesting. Enough so for Ghirahim not to kill him. He had played around with him during the fight that he had drawn out just to tire the dark haired one. Now he let the tip of his blade rest against the young ones throat as he smiled down at him.]

You hold some great skills for a mere human, boy.

On his back, panting, sweaty, and tired, Red Robin looks up at his opponent, who barely seems to have put up an effort at all. It's the reason Tim can often be jealous of the power of meta-humans, or in this case, demon lords. If Tim could contain that kind of power, it would make his job so, so much easier.

Then again, nothing of worth should come easy.

With the blade resting to his throat, Red Robin glares up, his angry gaze hidden beneath the white lenses on his cowl. His eyes focus on several things: Ghirahim's posture, the angle of the weapon, the proximity of the man himself to Tim. He is calculating his odds.

"I'm flattered to be complimented by a psychopath," he deadpans, biding his time.

That was not the best of things to say straight into his face. Ghirahim's face darkened and he put more pressure on the blade. Enough to break the skin. Insulting his great person was something that wasn't going to go by unpunished. The boy clearly needed to learn respect.

"Watch your tongue if you wish to keep it," he snarled. Snapping his finger a second blade came to his aid and he let the sharp edge run over the material covering the human's body.

"You're not helping your case, you know," Tim grumbles, tipping his head slightly to avoid having the blade slice through his neck. He's well aware that he's at a major disadvantage right now, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have any tricks up his sleeve. Or in Red Robin's case, in his belts.

The blade that Ghirahim drags across Tim's chest snaps one of these belts apart and begins to nick the rough, heavy armor. It's nearly impenetrable, but clearly whatever Ghirahim is using isn't just a plain old weapon. Infused with magic, it will probably slice through the kevlar-nomax blend like a hot knife through butter.

Before he can get that far, though, Tim's fingers find whatever pocket is close enough. It just happens to have a small shock grenade in it. Tim quickly thumbs the pin out and tosses it into the air. If it hits Ghirahim, it'll incapacitate him for a good thirty seconds. Or at least, that's what it should do. Magic may certainly complicate its effects.

For sure his blades wasn't just any old rusty knife. The idea of it was insulting. Much like himself his blade was strong and the ones he had here was far from the greatest. He had so much more stored away that Tim probably didn't wished to get to know closer.

The attack sure wasn't a good way to get on his good side, but Ghirahim had more or less expected it since the human's arms still was free. A stupid move for sure and one he would need to pay for. What he did to avoid the grenade was simply to summon one of his daggers and fling it at the thing. He didn't looked all to happy when he looked back down at Tim.

"You should know when it is stupid to anger those superior to you."

....Well....damn. Seriously? His toys usually have better luck than that. The little grenade goes off as planned, but nowhere near his opponent. Tim does a damn good job hiding his disappointment in that.

"If you're suggesting you're superior, I think you should look up the definition. It doesn't mean knife-happy psychopath."

Tim doesn't know how not to run his mouth. Clearly.

Okay that was it. He could not ignore those insults any longer and it was time to teach this one manner and respect. He clearly needed it badly.

Letting one of his blade dissolve in tiny diamonds he snapped his fingers and a sea of daggers came to hover over Tim. Snapping his fingers again the daggers fell and nicely trapped the human. The most damage they had done was scratching him as they fell to stick hard strong fabric into the ground.

"I'm starting to consider to kill you after all. Your dreadful manners is making me sick."

Tim yanks against the daggers, but finds himself immediately trapped from every angle. Whatever magic is in those weapons, they're doing the job of ten men. It takes a lot to keep Red Robin down, but this is sure working wonders on the teen.

"You're the one pinning me to the ground," he snaps. "How's that for manners?"

"As I recall it you attacked me first. I was just minding my own business," he said calmly and leered down at the teen.

Minding his own business had been plotting to resurrect his master and bringing a bit of chaos around him, but nothing more. This one had to be really sensitive if he got upset by that.

"Now you just need to chose who to teach you about manners. Me or them." Ghirahim nodded towards the Bokoblins that looked quite restless.

"As I recall, you were about to resurrect something nasty," Tim snaps, glaring up at him. Okay. Okay, if he can just get a hand free, he could go for another weapon. Or at least a smoke bomb so he could have some time to get his entire body free.

His gaze swings to the Bokoblins, and his face scrunches up. Those nasty little things hadn't helped him any so far. They were a hindrance for sure.

"Oh, I get a choice? That's democratic of you."

"Again with that foul moth of yours. My Master is not nasty." Just incredibly powerful and set to destroy all humans and obtain the golden power. Just simple things like that. If Tim had problem with him then he would stand no chance against Demise.

Leaning over the trapped form so his bangs fell to show both his eyes, he smirked and reached down to pick the mask of the human's face. He would like to see what hid behind it.

"I'm a kind man. Offering a choice is just polite. Now chose."

"Your master?" Tim scoffs, jerking his face aside to keep Ghirahim from taking his cowl off. He had no doubt that if this guy recognized him, it would come not only to his own harm but to those whose secrets he protected as well. Bruce, Dick, Jason, Barbara, Alfred...

"So...you're like a pet or something?"

That's right. Just keep talking, demon. That'll give Tim all the time he needs to slip his hand out of his trapped glove.

Now he really had gone and done it. A dark veil fell over Ghirahim's face and he ripped Tim away from the daggers and the ground. He was a strong man and it showed since he was only holding the irritating thing up with one hand. The other was currently wrapping a piece of rope around Tim's wrists. No more tricks.

"I'm no pet, human," he growled into his face, then an idea hit him and his face softened a bit. "You however would make a nice one after some training."

Okay, no more tricks, but that means Tim's not going down without a fight. The second he's off the ground, he's reaching for his collapsible bo staff. One flick and it connects from three pieces to one solid mass, and he wastes no time using it to try and whack Ghirahim in the face, then the gut, then the knees if he makes it that far.

"Yeah, good luck with that."

That had to be beyond rude. Not even he tried to hit people in the face. Most of the times at least. He had tired of being kind. In an instant his skin turned black and the second after the staff connected with him with a loud clang. He looked both bored and pissed off as he glared at Tim.

"Kill him." With a roar did the Bokoblins charge ahead. They had gotten their orders and would perform it or met his wrath.

If ever there was a time Tim desperately needed backup, it was now, as he was dropped and immediately charged by the grizzly, fat little Bokoblins. Tim was way outnumbered, but he'd dealt with a few of these guys before getting to Ghirahim, so he understood their tactics.

Which was to say, they had none.

They were fairly brainless, and Red Robin had enough left in him to punch, hit, and kick the beasts into nothingness. At least for now.

The whole purpose of the attack was to tire Tim out. Ghirahim didn't cared if the Bokoblins would die, he could get more of them at any time. Right now he just wanted to seep every ounce of energy out of the teen so he could tie him up and have his way with him. He might need to step in at the end, but for now he would let them do the dirty work. Didn't seem anything more then fair since they had failed to kill him to start with.

Red Robin puts up a tough fight, but in the end, there's nothing for it. He's merely a human boy, and his stamina will only last for so long in this kind of situation. There are thousands of the Bokoblins, and more of them appear at Ghirahim's whim. No matter how many Tim strikes down, there are more to come. And more. And more.

Until the teen is dripping with sweat, panting, and getting injured as he tries to take them all down.

It was a nice little show that Ghirahim watched from a small cliff. The human did put up a good fight, but he could see how he grew more and more tired for every Bokoblin he strikes down until he reached a point where he took more damage then he gave. That had to be enough for now. "Stop!"

The Bokoblins stopped and with a snap of his fingers Ghirahim went from his seat on the cliff to a few meters in front of the human. He was still in his black metal form in case Tim would be stupid enough to attack him again.

"Feel like listening to me now, boy?"

Breathing through the pain, the discomfort, the fatigue, Tim is nevertheless beaten at the moment as Ghirahim calls off the Bokoblins and appears before him.

"No way," Tim snarls. With gritted teeth, Tim forces himself to take a swing at the other, his bo staff missing by a long shot because he's just too damn weak at this point to fight anymore.

"Too bad," Ghirahim said calmly and chuckled at the pathetic attempt to hurt him. Gripping the staff and pulling it out of Tim's hands, he tossed it away and one of the Bokoblins took it and went away with it. Taking a fistful of hair, Ghirahim pulled the human off the ground until he was in eye level with him. "You have no choice."

Wincing, Tim tried to yank Ghirahim's hands off him, but he was in a pathetically weak state at this point. He'd been up for over twenty-four hours, and before this fight, he'd been involved in others. He wasn't built like Bruce or Dick, and now he was finding out his own limitations.

All those things would make things so much more easy for Ghirahim. With a cruel smirk he ripped the mask away from the teen's eyes. It was time to see what kind of eyes hid behind it. It would just be the first step, but no less necessary for that.

Tim makes one last desperate grab for his cowl, but it's too late. By the time Ghirahim has his fingers on the heavy fabric, there's nothing Tim can do and the cowl rips away with a soft noise.

Does Ghirahim know the boy? He might know him from the papers, if he reads them. The Drake family had been very popular and wealthy before they were murdered, leaving behind their only son, Timothy, who eventually was adopted by billionaire Bruce Wayne.

Now? Apparently, he's Red Robin, one of Gotham's most effective vigilantes.

The papers had to be read to keep up with this age and if he ever wanted to see his Master again Ghirahim had figured that the more he knew the better his chances would look like. So he did recognize the face of Timothy Drake, adopted by Bruce Wayne and from that he could put a few things together. Things was starting to look very bright to him and he laughed. One cruel laugh.

"Bruce Wayne's boy. I will make a wild guess on who the bat is." He pulled Tim closer to himself and reached out his long tongue and licked across the teen's face. This would provide him with some great amusement.

Tim was exhausted, but he'd never be too tired to keep Bruce's secret, so he manages a scoff and a roll of his eyes before he winces at the lick to his face. Ghirahim's tongue is...disgustingly long.

"If that's what you think, then you're dumber than you look," he pants, voice tight. "Which is hard to imagine."

By now the silly human should have learned not to try and upset him. Or any demon with half a brain. It never resulted in anything nice. Ghirahim tossed Tim into the nearest wall ad then started to loam over to him. He had plans on what to do to shut this one up and also a few ideas to make him remember this failure to defeat him with.

"Didn't your parents told you to show respect to your elders?" he mocked as he walked even closer to his pray.

Here!

behold?

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