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The Mindfuck Meme

The Mindfuck Meme: Expanded Ed. 1

This is not a very nice meme. If you have any major or typical triggers, you're being warned here that you might want to keep fully clear. That said, ever misread 'midfuck meme' with an extra 'n' in it and been sorely disappointed? This one's for you!

This version of the mindfuck meme is expanded from the first! It's been nabbed from memekingdom on LJ.

1. Post a character! It'd sure be nice if you put their name, canon, and any prefs you might have in the subject line. **Please note that this meme is open to both sexual and platonic content and you may want to list non-sexual rp as one of your prefs.**
2. When other characters tag in, they'll be using ye olde RNG (1-13) to figure out just how they'll be fucking your character's mind ~~and maybe their body~~.
3. Be royally screwed up and need therapy for decades.

Mindfuck Possibilities:

1. I Own You: It doesn't have to be sexual (though it can be). It doesn't have to be very abusive (though it might be). But you know you own this person and you will break them down until they can accept the truth of it. All that they are—body, mind, and soul—is yours. They should have known that from the beginning. Now they'll know it 'til the end.

2. We're One and the Same: What this other person doesn't get is that you're two sides of the same coin. You practically own each other! No one else will complete them the way you can. You're twins. Brothers from another mother (or was that the same mother?). They won't get away until they acknowledge that to escape is to deny everything they are. Good thing you're ready to help.

3. Nobody Has Ever Loved You (Like I Do): This person doesn't understand how worthless they are—how they've been abandoned on purpose by anyone they ever cared about. The only thing they have left—the one creature that doesn't despise them utterly—is you. And maybe you're about fed up as well and they should grovel at your feet.

4. By Your Bedside ~~(YANDERE)~~: You love them. You love them utterly and how have they betrayed you? Ruthlessly! Talking to others—looking at others. Disgusting. You aren't going to allow it anymore. They need to understand the importance of your love. What's that? Maybe you aren't in a relationship by any… real, official standards? Heh. That can be fixed!

5. You're a Doll, Doll: Some people just don't get it. They think they have rights the same as anyone else. They don't see how they're only a puppet or a pet. Something less than you—less than anything. They belong on a leash or sitting pretty on a shelf. Poor darling! Lucky for them you've taken an interest in setting them straight (or… really gay).

6. Stop Forcing My Hand: It's not your fault you're tying them down! It isn't your fault they need your initials engraved in their skin! They made you. They stared at you with those eyes or they did those awful things (awful being rather subjective)! You wish they could apologize enough for such atrocities. You'd love to let them go. You don't want to do this even if it's possibly getting you off to an excessive extent! You're the victim, all right? Fucker should learn to shut up when they're told to.

7. Kiss Me and Smile at Me: Time for a little mindcontrol up in here! With the power of your will, you're able to control the other person completely. Tell them to jump, they jump. Tell them to beg—oh. There will be begging. And don't they deserve it? Unfortunately, the effect isn't always complete and sometimes your target knows in their heart and mind that they don't want to be doing just as they're ordered. Too fucking bad. This is a mindfuck meme, after all.

8. Such a Child: If this kid doesn't want to listen and do as their told, it's time you start treating them like the brat they so want to be. Up to you how far this goes, though spanking and taking control of your target's life seem like the mostobvious solutions. And who cares if they're actually younger or technically older—they need to learn to sit up straight! Not slurp their soup! Do as they're expected to as a part of society. And if they won't, it's only fair for you to convince them.

9. A Permanent Stain: All right. All right. You'll be fine as long as you leave this mark on them. Maybe a small tattoo will do or perhaps you're the type who wants to cover their entire back with your initials. A piercing? Sure! Or five. Whatever—all you know is it's time there's something physical to show your connection. Just the scent of you on them isn't enough anymore and this is surely the only way to stake your claim.

10. Escape Cockblocker: While really any other options could involve this, you've gotten down containing your target to an art form. You know all their weaknesses and what shackles fit them best. You can keep their powers at bay and break their spirit (or profess your adoration!) at your leisure. Your expertise in containment is absolute. And now it's time to test the waters.

11. BRUTALITY K.O.: Eh, it's easy to be dark and brooding. It's simple to concoct gorgeous plans, but sometimes? Violence with a little brainwashing between punches and bone-crunching is the best way to go. With this prompt, your tactics are all violent. You'll snap fingers and crack ribs all in order to help get your message across. They'll learn to love you for it. You've got more than all day.

12. Feeling Superior: This is all about your rank! Either you're sick of having been under this person's heel or you've always wondered why they don't defer to your superior position. Upping the ante regardless. They should know by now that they should lick the floor when you ask for it so politely. You're in charge. Call it a further promotion, if you will. Call it learning to excel.

13. Creepozoid's Choice!: Pick any of the options above or a 13th sort of mindfuck not explicitly listed. Remember, 13 is always an open option if you'd rather not roll or if you want to mix any series of numbers together.

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[She doesn't have to tell him twice. Slipping his hands beneath her thighs, he rises on his knees and lifts her up; she's so light that it hardly takes any time at all to get her situated.

Actually, that slightness of build might present a few problems if they move too quickly. While he has no problem killing her quickly, or even starting a fight, hurting her in the midst of sex would make him feel like a creep. Even if she probably deserves it.

Once the pants are discarded he runs the tips of his fingers over her slit, then inserts two fingers into her, thrusting and curling, keeping an eye on her reactions to see what her threshold is.]

[Even though she's completely naked in front of someone she just met, she isn't shy at all. Shame and decency are foreign concepts to her. She catches on to that reservation of his and makes note of it if she needs to keep him in line. Soon enough, she finds it hard to think when he's touching her like that. She gasps as his fingers enter her and seems to want more from the noises she's making.]

[And after all this is done, he'll have enough shame for the both of them. Unfortunately, it's not a luxury he can afford at the moment.

When she starts to give signals of wanting more, he adds another finger. Once he's got a nice, steady rhythm going with that, he rubs his thumb over her clit. Maybe, if he plays his cards right, he can get her to come like this.]

[It's tight, but she's easily wet enough to accommodate that much. She really gets off on those mind games she likes to play. Propping her leg up against the back of the couch, she closes her eyes and groans at the attention. She grabs at the cushions to brace herself. Her thoughts still are a little more collected than before. As much as she likes it, she's still going to taunt him.]

:: Maybe I should get Revive in here to show you how it's done. ::

[He rolls his eyes. If he wanted to be here he might feel insulted, but that little bit of trash talk is a drop in the bucket compared to everything else. Nevermind that what she's saying and how she's reacting seem to be two different things.

Still, he knows that escalation is the key keeping her happy. He shifts so that he can so run his mouth along the inside of one thigh, lightly biting here and there. Then he dips his head down to seal his lips around her clitoris while he continues working her with his fingers.

Idly, he wonders if she has any protection, or if they'll even get to a point where it's needed.]

[She goes quiet, save for the panting. It's hard to make comments when she's so lost in bliss. Her hold over him slips the nearer she gets to climax, which is coming closer sooner than she expected. It doesn't seem right that a human should be able to make her lose control like that. Focus was never her strength. She's more concerned with other things right now, like digging through the cushions for a condom.]

[He nearly has the full use of his body now and it's tempting, oh so tempting to try and put her out of his misery. But he's sure the moment he stops is the moment she'll clamp down on his mind again, or even send out a call for help.

Instead, he slides one knee onto the couch and hefts himself up to get a better angle. He may have faltered once or twice in the transition, but he never stops, making sure his tongue is doing the creative things he promised her earlier.

In his periphery he sees Hilling digging around in the couch, and he hopes to God she isn't looking foranother knife.]

::Looking for something?::

[From listening to his thoughts, she realizes that she should be paying better attention. She'll leave it that way for now, but she would indeed restrict him if he tried anything. But still, she needs some sort of control over him just to remind him that she is his master. She holds his head down until she finally produces what she's been looking for.]

:: You'll be needing this. ::

[A small sound of protest reverberates in the back of his throat, something she may feel more than hear. It doesn't exactly make his job easier to have the movement of his head restricted, but it doesn't last long, and soon he's looking up to stare at the condom.

All the way, then. He'd kind of hoped to be able to avoid that, just to have one last boundary she hasn't crossed.

But there's no getting around it. It's not a good idea to make her wait, either, so he draws his fingers out to make quicker work of unzipping his pants and donning the condom. Then he shifts into a proper kneeling position, arranging her legs around his hips.

Closing his eyes, Lockon takes a long, deep breath to steel himself, then presses forward.]

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[She's not satisfied until she's pushed past every boundary. His body and mind are no longer his own. It's different than when she's with one of her own kind. She doesn't think of him as an equal, but as a plaything. It's disappointing when he pulls out of her. She feels so empty, but she doesn't have time to pout before she's filled again. Her legs squeeze around him as she adjusts and then she allows him to move.]

[All at once his breath leaves him. He may know what he's doing, but it's been a while, and she's awfully tight. For a moment he just hangs his head, panting, and then he feels her legs squeeze around him. Something in his mind sparks, telling him to move, stupid, move, and he can't be sure whether it's her, his sense of self preservation or something equally primal.

It doesn't particularly matter because he obeys, rocking his hips slowly at first and then picking up speed.]

[She doesn't understand why a superior being like herself would have such base urges, but she doesn't question it. All she cares about is what feels good. She might as well make the most out of the body she was given. With each thrust, her moans grow louder. She reaches down to play with her clit and it's almost enough to bring her over the edge.]

[It takes a bit for something resembling coherent thought to break through the haze, but once it does he remembers why he's here, remembers that he has to keep the pace steady. Because heaven help him if she doesn't climax first.

That's when he notices what her fingers are doing. He's not about to get in the way of that, but there are ways to assist. His right hand releases the vice-like hold on her hip and he uses it to steady himself as he leans forward. If he gets the angle right, the thrusts should rub against the underside of her clit.

The sound of deep, shuddering groans have started to harmonize with Hilling's moaning, and it's only in a distant, academic sense that Lockon realizes they're coming from him.]

[Her hips begin to jerk, signaling it would be over soon. The change in angle made all the difference and she can't stop herself from coming if she wanted to. She welcomes her climax, curling in on him as she rides it out. Her nails dig into his shoulders, clawing at his back. She forgets he's even there for a moment.]

[The way she clenches around him, both inside and out, takes him off guard. His own movements come faster and more erratic, pounding through her climax. Possibly some of the aftershocks; he can't really tell. What he does know is that his own release is coming now, and he buries his face in the crook of her neck to muffle a shaky moan.

He's dimly aware of the fact that he shouldn't fall on top of her. Somehow, he manages to slump over on the side of the couch closest to the floor.]

[Hiling lets herself fall back onto the couch, sighing contently. Idly, she considers going again for another round. She easily could, but at the moment she doesn't feel like it. Right now, she just wants to stretch out her legs, so Lockon is going to have to go. With a grunt, she shoves him with her foot.]

Not bad for a human. I think I'll keep you around.

[The kick prompts an annoyed sound in the back of his throat, but no actual argument. Lockon pulls out, ties off the condom, and slides into a sitting position on the floor.]

Terrific.

[He feels dirty and used on about every conceivable level. Glancing at the condom in his hand, he idly thinks there's probably some kind of metaphor to be made there, but he doesn't really care to make it. Instead, he rubs at the drying blood and sweat on his chest, which is starting to itch.]

Is there any chance I can get cleaned up?

Fine, I'll want you clean if I decide to see you again anyway.

[She doesn't care what he does right now. She just wants him to leave. Right on cue, a guard appears to escort him out. She'll be wanting to clean up too. It wouldn't do for her to go around with the scent of human on her.]

[He didn't expect to be released so soon. When the guard shows up his relief is immense, even if it is embarrassing to be caught with his pants around his thighs.

As quickly as he's able, Lockon zips up and shuffles over to the guard. As the door closes behind them, he muses that he's never been more eager to get on with the walk of shame.]

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