The Corruption of Innocence Meme (a smut meme)

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Let's face it. Some people are just more worldly than others. That's not necessarily a bad thing; sometimes, when you're involved with that person, teaching them new things can be fun! Of course, you may feel a bit guilty, sometimes, depending on the situation... A bit like you're corrupting them, actually. This meme is concerned with the idea of sexually corrupting, though some of the ideas here are more liberal uses of the phrase. There are two categories: Sweet and Sour. "Sweet" is more tame, such as introducing a virginal character to sex, mild kink between two consenting parties when one party is less experienced, getting a tight-laced person to loosen up, bringing dirty talk into your lovemaking with your usually prim and proper lover, and so on. "Sour," on the other hand, is more intense and involves the darker kinks usually associated with corruption: slutification, bimboization, feminization, turning someone evil via brainwashing, etc. Basically, there's enough for all. It's fairly simple, but one more thing before we begin that is very important. Often times in these sort of memes, we have the "pillow queening" phenomenon where basically everyone wants to get their character corrupted and no one wants to do the actually corrupting, usually using the excuse that their character is "too nice/too kind/not capable/too moral." THAT IS NOT AN EXCUSE ON THIS MEME!! For the Sweet options, literally anyone can be a corrupter; a Disney prince can introduce his virginal Disney princess girlfriend to sex, or a moe girl can try to get her stoic boyfriend to be more affectionate. And for Sour? Well, there are options there that can provide for already-corrupted or alignment switches, thus making it applicable. In short, ALL characters should be able to be sexually corrupted (unless already in that state by canon) OR the corruptor. Obviously, I can't enforce this, but please. For the benefit of everyone, don't be a passive pillow queen. Feel free to play with how your character would feel about corrupting someone, ie aroused, guilty, both, something else. HOW TO PLAY -Comment with your character, stating preferences and all that. -Be open as to whether you want Sweet, Sour, or both. Be honest, please! The more upfront communication, the better. -Comment to others using the RNG or whatever you usually do.

→regulations

1. Toucha Toucha Toucha Touch Me: One of you is completely virginal and innocent in the ways of sex, and the other is going to show the ropes. 2. Let Loose: Your lover is always so stoic. You have to make them light up, even if that means being more handsy than usual. 3. I Wanna Fuck You Like an Animal: Nothing would turn you on more than hearing your sweet princess say such dirty, dirty things. 4. Lemme Hear Your Body Talk: You've decided to move your innocent lover on to things that are a little less vanilla, like anal or oral. 5. Whips and Chains Excite Me: ...or maybe something even heavier! Hopefully, you start out with something soft, like fluffy handcuffs. Or you could jump right in! 6. Everyone Can See: It's so lewd, showing your beloved's body off like this, but you want to risk the world knowing. 7. Don't Hold Back: For some reason, your lover always holds back when you're having sex, and you want them to be able to go wild this time. 8. Secret Fantasy: Out of the kindness of their heart, the more innocent party of the relationship wants to fulfill a desire of the other party. 9. Leather and Lace: Such naughty clothes on such a pure person are too good to pass up. You have to see them like this. 10. We Belong Together: You both decide to get something a tad racey, like a tattoo or a piercing, to show your love. 11. Don't Stand So Close to Me: There's an age difference here, and that means one part is DEFINITELY more worldly, for better or worse. Is there any guilt here? 12.WILDCARD

→sour

1. Want to Tear You Apart: Plain old manipulation. You want to make this innocent/relative innocent fall in love with you just to destroy them. 2. Slutification: Oh, they're so pure, they're practically always dressed in white. You want to see them on their knees, dressed in nearly nothing at all and begging for it in their new life of debauchery. Schoolgirls to ganguros, nuns to strippers, it's all slut from here. 3. Prostitution: Maybe you've broken or slutified this person, and now you want to make a quick dime off of them. Good thing there's plenty of people who want to get off, too! 4. Bimboization: The fact that this person is so smart is really bugging you. You'd love to see them as a empty-headed bimbo who is only good for sex. 5. Demonic Possession: Oh, no! A demon has taken residence in you and is corrupting your mind, making your body crave sex from anyone and everyone. 6. I'll Make You Mine: You love them, but they love someone else. You'll corrupt them with mind control and sex and MAKE them love you. 7. Feminization: Macho, macho man...not anymore, you're not. Boys will be girls, and they'll be made to love it. 8. The Hired Muscle (and Bicycle): Everybody needs evil henchmen, and you want to get this former goodie to be your sex-obsessed right hand who'll turn against their former friends. 9. Orientation Play: You're straight, totally. Aren't you? Well, things aren't so clear...maybe you do like cock. A bit. A lot. 10. I'm Already Gone: You were once as pure as snow, but somehow you've already been corrupted and now you want to turn your former allies onto your new lifestyle. Can be combined with other options for maximum effect. 11. WILDCARD

Comments

Harley Quinn | Batman: Arkham games | OTA

[docharley]

[She's canonically both corrupter and corruptee, really.]

[botanophile]

[Sour-6 with Ivy as the corrupter? They're practically made for it.]

[docharley]

[I'd like to subscribe to this newsletter, yes.]

[botanophile]

[It's almost impossible to conceive of, but there's no denying the facts: the Joker is dead. The exact details of what happened are sketchy to her, still, but the fact that the clown is now the corpse is solidly confirmed. Never again will Gotham City, Arkham City, or the rest of planet Earth have to deal with that psychopath again.

And the only way Ivy could be happier would be if a certain protege of the Joker's wasn't taking it so hard.]

You're better off without him, Harley. If you ask me, the Bat did us all a big favor.

[docharley]

[Harley's refused to budge. She spends her time sobbing and screeching at her gang in the Steel Mill. It's better this way. Mr. J would've wanted everything to be perfect.

So when Ivy arrives, Harley doesn't bother looking up from the graffiti she's scrawling on the wall. It's a picture of the Joker and Harley surrounded by hearts. High art.]

I'm gonna do him a big favor next time he shows his face!! I'm gonna take away everything HE loves and see how he likes it! That'll show him!

[So no, she isn't really listening to what was just said.]

[botanophile]

[The... 'affection' their occasional partnering has brought is what got Ivy to leave her garden and come to this pit. Some of the Joker's gang, those that hadn't immediately defected after the clown's passing, had made her stay unpleasant, but they soon learned to keep their hands to themselves. Now, in with Harley and trying to get her to calm down, a frustrated Ivy crosses her arms.]

If it makes you feel better, I'll hold him down while you cut his heart out. [Heaven only knows, Ivy wants Batman gone, too, but not on nearly a personal level as Harley. Still, the poor girl seems crazier than usual today. That art, really.]

But you won't get your revenge today. You need to calm down, cry if you really must over that maniac, and start thinking, planning, Harley, and the first step is getting out of this dump.

[docharley]

I'm plannin' plenty!

[She scrawls a bigger heart now, with a pointy-eared stick figure within. the figure is given Xs for eyes. THERE, dead Batman!]

See? Ain't it obvious, Red?

[botanophile]

[Ivy is... not entirely impressed. Sure, Harley has the right spirit, but all this grief for the Joker of all people is nothing short of exasperating to her.]

It's... concise.

[She has to give her that.]

But maybe you need to put revenge on hold for a little while, Harley. You should take some time to relax, nurse your wounds... come back to my garden. You'll be safe there.

Want to corrupt a Batgirl?

[acro_bat_ic]

Batgirl stalked down the hall, batarang at the ready. She thought she could hear Harley down the hall, and moved quickly toward it. "Here crazy clown lady," she called, peeking around a corner. Her eyes darted about, looking.

I'd be delighted! Any wishlist/limits?

[docharley]

Oh, sure. They could pretend the little bat-tot wasn't obviously around. But really, who cared? It was a great night! Harley was draped over an armchair, stolen jewels glittering from her earrings, bracelets, and countless rings and necklaces. Everything was exactly the way it was supposed to be. That was usually a sign that someone was about ten steps away from ruining the fun.

Hopefully, the brat would trip the wire in the doorway and trigger a spray of laughing gas. The whole mess of them needed to learn how to smile more.

Go crazy. ;) (I have wanted to play Harley converting poor Barbara - but I'm open for anything. ;)

[acro_bat_ic]

Tot? She was eighteen! And getting pretty tired of everyone treating her like she was still the little girl she'd been when she started. Maybe she wasn't as good at this as some other versions of her out in the multi-verse, but she had survived on the job for two years and change...

Unfortunately, experience wasn't always a guard against accident. Barbara had thought there'd be more time between her and Harley's hideout, not spotting the trip wire. Of course, the moment the gas started leaking she did reach for the gas mask she kept under her cape. But that still left precious seconds for Harley to keep her away from it.

Haha well of course! I just wasn't sure if you had a favorite option. Surprises it is!

[docharley]

As Batgirl reached for her mask, a gunshot rang out to knock the mask from her hands. Or maybe it took off a couple fingers. Same diff.

Harley hung over the arm of her chair, lazily blowing the smoke away from the barrel of her gun.

"Nuh-uh! Ain't no grumpy people allowed over here! You wanna get to me, you better breathe it aaaaaaaalll in!"

Me and Barb do so love surprises! ;)

[acro_bat_ic]

Barbara did her best to hold her breath, unfortunately forced to hold in her retort as well, as she drove forward through the gas. Maybe she could get through the stuff and to Harley before she was forced to breathe it in. Go unconscious together.

It wasn't the best plan she'd ever had, but she didn't have time for measured thought right then. The first plan would have to do, or she'd be out of options.

[docharley]

Harley clucked her tongue as Batgirl barreled through the cloudy tunnel.

"Really. The things you people go through just to keep from havin' a little fun. You're just so boring!"

She heaved herself upright and reached for a cream pie settled on the table beside her. With a melodramatic heave, she sent it in Batgirl's direction.

There was no telling what was mixed into that cream pie, but it probably wasn't the kind of thing one wanted to be struck with.

[acro_bat_ic]

Head ducked down to help her dive bomb the clown, Barbara almost didn't see the pie, until it was almost on her. Then she dodged to the right, slamming into the wall and falling toward the ground.

Even if the pie didn't hit the bat, she was already drawing the gas into her lungs. Reeling, she tried to re-orient on Harley. The girl had to be somewhere.

[docharley]

The pie landed on the floor just to Batgirl's left, sizzling and boiling as the cream proceeded to eat through the hardwood.

Harley was exactly where she had been, on the other side of the hall where the air was fresh. It was reasonable if Batgirl had difficulty seeing her through the increasingly thick haze of gas burning into the hero's windpipe. Harley might have looked like a mere shadow in the distance when she strode to the doorway and pressed a button, prompting plexiglass to drop down and create an airtight seal around the poisoned hall.

"Kinda funny, isn't it? You spent all night tryin' ta tail me, just to find me and end up like this? Imagine if Mr. J woulda caught you instead! He woulda been wearin' your cape to bed!"

Harley dissolved into hysterical laughter at the idea of the Joker curled up in an undersized cape. But jokes like that were sick and terrible... Weren't they?

[acro_bat_ic]

She stumbled her way through the hall, slamming into the glass. She could hear Harley's speech, but only barely. The hysterical laughter was pouring out through her throat, as steadily as Harley's more "natural" version.

She reached under her cape, taking out a batarang and starting to pound on the glass. If she could cut through the material, she could maybe cut her way to Harley.

Otherwise... she could already feel herself weakening. Running out of oxygen, and expelling what she had left in laughter. She was going to fall to the ground.

[docharley]

"Atta girl! Now you're gettin' it!"

Harley waved good-naturedly as Batgirl struggled to scrape at the glass, even cheering her on when it began to shatter. It would probably only take three or four good strong hits to break through the barricade. Did Barbara have it in her?

[acro_bat_ic]

Physical strength had never really been Barbara's forte. Her father had pushed her into gymnastics, over any fighting skills - and while she'd taught herself how to use those skills in combat, they weren't the best for breaking through glass.

Still, her first strike was strong. Her second was a little weaker. Her third was half strength. For her fourth she slammed against the glass, attempting to make the spider-webbed surface give way entirely. Even if she succeeded, though, she knew consciousness was a fleeting thing.

[docharley]

It didn't. Harley raised the glass when it was clear that Batgirl was forced down to all fours. It was enough for now, and if things got weird she could always just toss the kid in for another round.

As the gas hissed and coiled around their ankles, Harley reached in to yank Batgirl out by her hair.

"See? Don'tcha feel better now that you had a good laugh?"

[acro_bat_ic]

She tried to respond, but just ended up wheezing. She tried to rise up to her feet, though the grip on her hair did't make it easy. She just ended up gasping again, legs shuddering as she tried not to just fall to the ground.

"You..." Do this with all the girls? But she couldn't get most of it out. She was caught.

[docharley]

"Yep, it's me!" She chirped, thoroughly pleased with herself. "Harley Quinn, in the flesh! Didja come for an autograph or something?"

Her grip shifted in Batgirl's hair, accidentally-on-purpose pulling he cowl away from her face entirely. This kid wasn't Batman. The usual rules didn't have to apply!

[acro_bat_ic]

She tried to reach for it, of course, but didn't have the energy. If Batman belonged to Joker... well, it would be a stretch to say that Barbara belonged to Harley.

At least it wasn't Ivy. Her one-time friend would have had a field day with this. She only hoped that Harley wouldn't recognize her face beneath the cowl. Otherwise, she was well and sunk.

[docharley]

Well who cared what she looked like? Harley was just working on trading one mask for a better one.

"You ain't bad looking, Kid. You just need a little work, is all."

She tossed the exhausted heroine into the loveseat she'd previously settled in, almost immediately descending upon her with fish hooks produced from somewhere on her person.

"First thing you gotta learn is that you gotta keep smiling. No matter what."

And though the angle might have been too close for Barbara to properly watch, she'd surely feel the corner of her mouth being pulled back into a forced grin, followed by a gentle pinch in her cheek. First the right, then the left.

One might imagine that it would hurt more to have hooks driven into one's face. It should have been a bloody exchange, but it was really more of a stretch and a pinch. It didn't even hurt to maintain the smile, after how long she'd stretched the muscles convulsively laughing. Maybe the mixture she'd inhaled had some kind of numbing agent to it or something.

[acro_bat_ic]

Her mouth, opened to protest, only made it easier to slip the hooks in. She tried to close her lips despite them, but it only made the pinching worse. She tried to speak through the smile instead, though her numb smoke coated tongue. It refused to even form a word of protest.

She didn't know what the woman was intending. She knew that it was't anything good though. Just as she knew that she wouldn't easily be able to get away.

She tried to get her legs beneath her, one arm reaching under her waist to grip another batarang. Maybe she could cut the lines of the fishhooks loose.