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THE MINDFUCK MEME

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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Just as the world deserves you as its king, my love.

[She can't take her eyes off him, either. Not that she would want to; she loves him too much, wants him too much.

It's with that in mind that she sits up again, one hand going to the back of his neck to pull him into a kiss, the other going to his waist, helping to push those slacks off.]

[He deepens the kiss instantly, shifting out of his slacks, kicking them away. He moves closer to her, presses his almost bare body against hers, moans against the kiss. They're so close to being intertwined, just like in his imaginings, in his memory of how they're meant to be.]

[She answers with a matching moan, pressing harder against him. When she breaks the kiss, she's breathless, her skin flushed. She moves away just long enough to slip out of her panties and lie back, letting him see her.]

- I love you, I need you, please -

[The words come out in a rush.]

[He doesn't answer, just putting enough distance between them so that he can slide out of his boxers, length already erect. He moves on top of her, placing kisses at her collarbone and continuing down her body. He looks up with a heated gaze.]

Whatever you want from me. I'll give it to you.

[Yukiko shivers hard under that gaze. Whatever she wants? She closes her eyes and licks her lips, remembering, fantasizing.

When she opens her eyes, she reaches down, running her fingertips over his length. Her voice is breathy and barely above a whisper when she finally answers.]

Touch me, kiss me - I want to feel you.

[He bites his lip and suppresses a shiver at that touch, face flushed. When she answers, though, he smiles, pressing closer and murmuring against her skin.]

As you wish, my queen.

[He moves down, peppering kisses at her stomach and hips, before settling between her legs, flashing her a smile before sticking his tongue out, gently licking at her clit. His hands move up in the meantime, holding her hips, touching every part of her skin he can reach.]

[She would love to touch him more, but he's out of reach before she can say so. The thought is almost driven from her head entirely the moment she feels his tongue flick against her clit. Yukiko clutches at the sheets and cries out, trying not to pull his hair.]

Edited (mobile why) 2014-09-13 13:36 (UTC)

[He doesn't mind her getting a bit rough. He wants her to give him that cue that what he's doing is everything she wants... though the sounds are a good sign. Being tugged around, however, reminds him how much control she has, how powerful a ruler she'll be.

He eagerly presses his tongue against the small nub there, curious how she'll react.]

Mnn - yes, like that...

[The words fade out into a long moan, and her left hand moves to his head, fingers twisting into his hair. She's past the point of caring who hears her cry out - not that anyone can, given the moon's shifting color - and her sounds gradually get louder.]

[It doesn't matter who could possibly hear them. They're the only two that matter now, that will ever matter again. He continues his motions, speeding up as her cries increase in volume.]

[She's past the point of words, aside from the odd 'yes' and Ryoji's name. Yukiko tenses after a bit, shivering hard, then the tension seems to snap all at once as she comes. She might have clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle her scream before, but there's none of that now.]

[He pulls away with a pleased smirk, watching her as she screams out. He moves up on top of her, holding her close as she rides out the orgasm, playing with her hair and kissing her forehead.]

[She returns that smirk as she comes down from that high, pulling him closer.]

...we aren't nearly done.

[Her voice is low, and she laughs once before reaching down to stroke him again.]

What are you... ah...

[He trails off with a needy hiss, jerking forwards and holding her tightly. Of course, he couldn't expect to get away from her so easily.]

[She doesn't answer, not in words. Instead, she laughs again before rolling so that she's on top of him. She smirks, leaning down to start kissing from his neck down to his chest.]

[He's already panting, fingers curled in her hair, but he tries to relax and release his grip, letting her move farther down. He swears she must be teasing him, and he supposes he deserves it... He can be just as bad.]

[She's definitely teasing him with those kisses and the way she's letting her hair brush over his skin as she makes her way down. She doesn't tease forever, though. She looks up and smiles, then positions herself so she can run her tongue over his shaft before taking him into her mouth.]

[He cries out immediately, tugging his hand out of her hair so he can grip the sheets. He tries not to jerk forward, letting her set the pace as he struggles to keep his focus.]

[She glances up at him when he lets go of her - it's okay if he's a bit rough. It's only a quick glance, though, as she finds her rhythm. She brings a hand up to stroke what she can't handle, humming a low, satisfied note.]

[His own moan harmonizes with the noise she's making, and he starts to fall into her rhythm, moving his hips back and forth in time, but making sure not to do anything she couldn't handle.]

[She speeds up just a bit before looking up at him again and winking. That's when Yukiko pulls away, only to climb on top of him, rocking her hips against him.]

I want to feel you...

Mm… let me…

[He trails off with a needy whine. It’s all he can do to scrabble for a bottle of lube and pass it off to Yukiko, in case they need it.]

[She nods, uncapping the bottle and pouring a bit into her hand, then gives him a few firm strokes before taking her hand away.]

Now.

[Yukiko couldn't stifle her moan if she tried as she lowers herself onto him.]

[Ryoji shudders, trailing off into an ecstatic sigh as he begins gently moving deeper in, before pulling back out and repeating the same rhythm.]

[Yukiko arches her back and moans, beginning to move her hips in time with his. There's none of the inhibition or shyness that would have been there before, no urge to cover herself up somehow. She wants Ryoji to look at her, to know that he's making her react like this.]