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bakerstreet2014-09-10 06:59 pm
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This is not a very nice meme! Many if not all options are potentially triggering. Please use your best judgment before participating.
1. Comment with your character, putting their name, canon, and any prefs in the subject line.
**Please note that this meme is open to both sexual and platonic content. You may wish to list non-sexual rp as one of your prefs.**
2. When other characters tag in, they'll use this handy RNG (1-15) to pick an option from the list below.
3. Have fun, fuck minds, ???, profit.
Options:
1. I Own You: You know—beyond a shadow of a doubt—that you own this person. Furthermore, you're more than willing to break them down until they accept it as truth. All that they are—mind, body, 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: You're two sides of the same coin. You practically own each other! No one else will ever complete them the way you can. You're twins. Brothers from another mother (or was that the same mother?). They won't get away—they shouldn't even desire to. Good thing you're ready to help.
3. Nobody Has Ever Loved You (Like I Do): The person before you clearly doesn't understand how worthless they are; everyone they've ever loved will and should leave them to rot. The only thing they have left—the one creature that doesn't despise them utterly—is you. They should probably start groveling at your feet for such patience and mercy.
4. By Your Bedside: You love them. You love them utterly, and just look at the thanks you get. Look how they've 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.
5. You're a Doll, Doll: Some people just don't get it. They think they have basic human rights the same as anyone else! They don't view themselves as puppets or pets to be played with. They don't understand that they belong on a leash or sitting pretty on a shelf. Poor darlings! Lucky for them you've taken an interest in setting them straight.
6. Stop Forcing My Hand: It's not your fault you're tying them down! It isn't your fault they need to be disciplined! They making you. They stared at you with those eyes! They asked how you wanted your coffee! You wish they could apologize enough for such atrocities. You'd love to let them go. You don't want to do this. You're the real victim here.
7. Kiss Me and Smile at Me: Time for a little mindcontrol up in here! With this prompt, the other person is completely under your control. Tell them to jump, they jump. Tell them to beg—oh. There will be begging. Unfortunately, the effect isn't always complete and sometimes your target knows they're being toyed with. Too fucking bad.
8. Such a Child: If this kid doesn't want to listen and do as they're told, it's high time you start treating them like the little brat they are. Up to you how far this goes, although spanking isn't a bad start. And who cares if they're actually younger or technically older—they need to learn to listen when adults are speaking.
9. A Permanent Stain: All right. All right. You'll be fine as long as you leave this mark on them. Maybe a couple (hundred) bruises will do, or perhaps a tattoo is more your style. A piercing? Sure! Or five. Whatever—all you know is you need something physical to show your connection. Stake your claim and stake it hard.
10. Escape Cockblocker: You've got containing your target down to an art form. You know all their weaknesses and exactly 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 keeping the other right where you want them is absolute.
11. BRUTALITY K.O.: It's easy to be dark and brooding. It's simple to concoct a sinister scheme or two. Violence, however, helps drive a point home with bruising finesse. All it takes is a little brainwashing between punches and voila! You've got your message across. They'll learn to love you for it in no time at all.
12. Feeling Superior: This one is all about rank. Either you're sick of chilling on the lowest rung, or you've always had the upper-hand. Doesn't matter; you're in charge now. Call it a promotion, if you will. Call it learning to excel.
13. Semi-Genderbender: You've always thought of the person before you as a distinctly different gender. It doesn't matter how they identify, you've clearly got the right idea about this. So, you might as well start pushing it. Dresses, manly trousers—pronoun-fuckery all up in here. What about scheduling them for a few… 'enhancing' surgical procedures?
14. You Don't See Me: Sensory deprivation, anyone? This is pretty standard stuff. Take away their voice, take away their eyes— take away sound or taste or touch. Use magic, use devices, use whatever comes to mind. After all, they didn't really need all five senses. That's just greedy! Four—three at most and they'll be sitting pretty under your 'unique' care.
15. Creepozoid's Choice!: Pick any of the options above or a 15th of your own devising. Remember, 15 is always an open option if you'd rather not roll, or if you're looking for a mixture of options.
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P.S. sorry for the lag. Liiife.]
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God. Aoba lost count of the days what appears to be weeks ago. It's not like time has any relative meaning to it when each day is the same barrage of pain, suffering, and pleasure so intense it leaves Aoba shivering.
Virus has been giving him injections and pills for at least a week now, and while Aoba doesn't understand why, he'd prefer just to be left in the dark about it all. That means he'll be caught unaware at some point, but he just..he didn't want to know what Virus was up to lately. It was easier to pretend it was nothing. Easier to just keep quiet and not ask. Easier not to know in advance what kind of torture he'd planned.
Today, as Virus stepped in, Aoba looked up from his place in the cage at his master's bedside. It was just big enough for him to lay down. That was about it. But that was fine, because sleep was a welcome distraction. An escape.
Still, his bright eyes found Virus's, and he felt his mouth watering. The ritual, Pavlovian training certainly worked. At the sight of Virus, Aoba was at once thirsty, hungry, and aroused.
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Somewhere in the course of Aoba’s imprisonment Virus had taken to…decorating him, for lack of a better word. Those offhand remarks regarding his feminine looks have increased in frequency over the past few weeks, and that’s before they’d stuck him in a cage, besides. Subliminal conditioning? Perhaps.
Aoba only ever has to ask.
It’s not like he’s ever wanted for anything—Virus had made sure of that. There’s certainly no shortage of food and water as far as sustenance goes; and well, if Aoba felt that he’s being treated very much like a dog then he’s only got himself to blame for struggling so much. The bedroom’s lowered temperatures might have something to do about it as well. Virus thrives in the cold, but Aoba knew that. The hand that reached through the bars of his little cage to cup at a cheek was icy.
“You look pitiful today, Aoba-san,” he remarked, ever so cheerfully. It wasn’t as if this was the first time he’d so casually stripped away Aoba’s dignity, after all. That’s part of the fun.
Then his eyes narrowed, his gaze dancing and chilly. “You must be cold. We really should get to repairing the thermostat soon.” Lies, of course. He’d turned his bedroom to a frigid tundra as a matter of course. “But I know how to take care of that.”
There’s a click and the cage door swung open as Virus stepped back. In his arms was a frothy pink dress—light and airy and not at all suitable for wearing in this chill.
The temperature didn’t seem to bother Virus, at least. “Go on, put it on,” he instructed. “I always thought you’d be cuter like this, Aoba-san. And it was time you started wearing clothes again.” Won’t that be fun?
sorry for my lag - was away for a while but back now!
Still, he won't dare say no. He's learned his lesson by now.
"Thank you," he murmurs, taking the dress in his hands and giving it a quick look over. It hits him that maybe this is part of some elaborate game Virus is playing. All those little comments about his body. His hips. His tits, Virus called them. His cunt.
With trembling hands, Aoba tugs the dress up his legs, over his hips. The warmth of it is better than nothing, so he revels in it for a while, reaching behind once he gets the sleeves on to try and zip himself into it. The thing is a perfect fit, embarrassingly beautiful on his pale body.
Re: sorry for my lag - was away for a while but back now!
And maybe he’s right. But whether or not he goes under the knife remains to be seen.
He steps in, past whatever flimsy personal bubble Aoba’s got left, though there’s little in the way of shared heat when coming from him. Coldblooded, and all. Virus slips his hands around Aoba’s waist, tying the ribbon closed behind him. Then he ducks, catching a lock of hair in between his lips, and sucks at it. His hand tugs at the ribbon loops to tighten the knot, then they move lower, Virus craning his body forward to back Aoba against the open cage, his hands sliding down to cup at his ass.
He turns his head to the side, pressing a hot kiss to Aoba’s ear, that lock of hair still caught between his lips.
“You’d finally be perfect, Aoba-san.”
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Still, he can't help but feel sick when Virus goes on. We could get rid of that thing. That thing. Aoba's stomach quivers. He looks down, he can't help it, all of his nerve endings buzzing in his dick like it's the only body part that matters. You'd finally be perfect, Aoba-san.
Another flinch (god, he's so weak) when Virus nips a bit of hair between his lips and backs him up against the cage to grip his ass.
"A-ah...." Aoba shudders, fear rippling through him. No. No way. He's not going to let Virus do anything to him down there like that! He'll rebel. He'll finally rebel, and he won't let Virus near him. "I... I could just tape it," he offers instead, fingers curling into the holes in the cage for support. "You wouldn't...wouldn't even know it was there."
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He nips at Aoba’s ear before pulling away slightly—not enough to dislodge his hands from Aoba’s ass, mind. The curve and swell of it has always struck him as feminine—it would be a shame to waste it, when he can instead enhance it. Aoba’s…suggestion only earns him a laugh.
“I guess we could do that, Aoba-san.” It doesn’t really matter if it’s there or not—it’s only something for him to toy with, like the rest of his captive, rather. And he wouldn’t love Aoba any less for attempting to rebel—when’s the last time he’d gone at it, again? Has he? Virus can’t recall at the moment. It doesn’t matter.
He wrenches his hands away from his ass then, the skirt fluttering about his fingers as he puts his palms against those ruffles of pink cotton between his ribs, fingers curling inward. He presses Aoba back into the cage—gently as ever, for it wouldn’t do to bruise him when he’s soon to become all doll for him.
“But that won’t be enough.” His hands ball into fists, the heels of his palms kneading against nipples through the pink fabric.
“I don’t think you can manage any more than this.”