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A corrupting influence

Corrupted, Depraved, Addicted

There may be a part of all of us that is both drawn towards perfection and slightly unnerved by it. A straight line of items is appealing, yet we could feel more at ease if one thing was to the side just so. If things are already ruined, we don't have to worry about doing it ourselves. But, still, there exists at the core of a good deal of us some kind of primal urge that is very simple: destroy what's perfect. Make it flawed, like us.

This meme takes this dark and fairly insignificant desire and twists it to new extremes, combining it with that other age-old dichotomy of virgin/whore. Characters will want to corrupt another character, whether the latter is innocent or stoic and put together. They want to see them turned depraved, into a slut --- yet only addicted and loyal to them.

One concept that is different than other memes, however, is that the character doing the corrupting does not have to be flat out mustache-twirling evil. Anyone can want to be the corrupter, from the sweetest to the most rotten, because there are tons of varying interpretations of why they'd want to do it: as a kink, perhaps a mutual one with their lover, just to see if this so-called "perfect" person really is, out of genuine adoration, or even hoping. Of course, they could also just want to watch the world burn...and be mustache twirling evil.

RULES

This meme is going to play somewhat into sluttification kinks, so obviously there's a problematic element here. All aspects of that kink IE dirty talk, humiliation, sexy clothing, loving depravation, etc, are welcome, but how straight or how far you take it is up to you. Disclaimer that nobody here believes in this shit, it's all kink, so on so forth.
Comment with your character, preferences, and what role they're likely to play. I don't want to see this meme filled with pillow queening, though, so try to be flexible and proactive.
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HOW

Sluttification: Is there anything more scandalous than breaking an innocent or proper person and changing them into a sex-crazed, vulgar whore? Maybe there's a desire for a more sexually liberated partner, or maybe you want to turn a princess into a slut to walk the streets.
Bimboization: God, people around here think too much. It'd be so much better and so much easier to find a partner if the person you desired wasn't so smart, if they were happy all the time and had the perfect body even Barbie would envy.
Genderswap: They say you don't know someone until you take a walk in their shoes. Or with their genitals.
Orientation Swap: Highly controversial, but this can leave the straightest guy craving cock (or the straightest girl willing to do more than just experiment).
Feminization: Girls will be girls and boys will be...girls? Everyone loves a crossdresser! It may be a challenge, but it'd be interesting to see even the most macho men turned into femme bois.

WHY

For Love: You want to make them yours in every way possible, and they're all for it.
For Curiosity: Can you really corrupt someone?
For Teaching: They want to be more worldly. Things are taken far, far into the opposite direction.
For Their Own Good: It would be better for them if they were more open. Much more open.
For Fetish: You get off to this. Maybe they do, too?
For Spite: You want to ruin their life. Nothing more, nothing less.
For Benefit: More than a lover, you want a right hand man. A henchman. A Harley Quinn, if you will.
Because You Can: You just like to fuck with people, and what better way to do it than this?

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[Yo. Any prefs?]

[1, 2, 4, or 8?]

[Lbr 8 is basically Reno's life motto. Got any feelings about consensual/dubcon/noncon?]

[For this meme, I'm good with everything. Do you want to start? Or I can.]

[If you don’t mind starting us off that’d be great. I’ll roll with whatever you set up, I’m pretty open.]

She was a Sorceress. She was feared.

She didn't want to be feared. And she somewhat fancied this man. No, she would not hurt him. Unlike what some people here thought, Rinoa wasn't evil. Wasn't an evil sorceress.

She was just... intrigued. At the thought of- well, she wanted to see what her powers could do. So, to start with, she cast Confuse and Drain on him, to make sure there would be no sudden movements, and wondered how to really, properly, begin now.

"Maybe... no, that's too much... hm, maybe..."

This was difficult.

[ It was for Natsuo's own good, Dabi decides one fateful evening. Natsuo deserved so much more, to leave this filthy lifestyle and allow Dabi to step up and be the big brother he was meant to be. Their old man wouldn't influence any decisions, nor will he allow Natsuo to be that close to him any longer. It's not just Natsuo, but Fuyumi and Shouto too.

Dabi would work on them soon enough.

To be honest, it wouldn't hurt to actually have someone in the medical field to assist the league, even if Natsuo probably wouldn't be so thrilled for it. Dabi was selfish though, impatient too. He wasn't going to just let his brother stick around any longer.

So he waits, smoking a cigarette, until late into the night. Only when the girlfriend leaves and the lights turn off, does Dabi make his move. He considers texting Natsuo, letting the other become aware that he's close by, but Dabi decides against it.

Instead, he comes up to the window of his brother's bedroom, finishing off his cigarette and knocking twice on the window. ]

[If Dabi had to start with one of them, then Natsuo was more than likely his best bet. There was already sharp resentment there for their father, he'd given up on ever being a normal family, he wasn't aiming to be a hero, he was in contact with Dabi, from time to time, and was open to seeing and spending time with him.

In essence, there was already a foot in the door.

Or, window, as the case may be, since just as he's settling in for bed, there's a knock at the glass. Only one person ever comes knocking at his window, so he's over to it in a moment, sliding open the blinds and pushing the window itself open to let him in as readily as he always had.]

Hey. What brings you around tonight?

[And, unsaid: why didn't you text?]

[ It doesn't take long for the window to open, much to Dabi's amusement. He takes the offer quickly, lifting his body up and slipping inside. He doesn't do this often, only with Natsuo, just in case there's an idle person hanging about, or that cute girlfriend of his. ]

Needed to see you.

[ He answers easily, icy eyes coming to land on Natsuo's body. He's glad he's starting with this younger brother of his, but there was a hurdle he would need to overcome. The plan was a little weary, and he's using a tactic he thinks would be suitable for Natsuo's needs. It wasn't like he could just drag his brother away from his daily life of college.

Dabi walks towards his brother's bed, taking a seat. ]

She sure took her time sticking around.

[ He openly teases Natsuo towards his girlfriend with a long grin. ]

Were you two fucking?

[ It was by error that he had come across the quirk-user. It was on the streets, Stain passing through the alley, on the run, when he sees the youth's quirk, cooling down a cup of tea as he walks towards a college campus. At the time, Stain doesn't think much on it, continues to run and escape until he's free of his pursuers.

There's a burn on his arm that stings in the coming days, from the incident he ran away from. Stain lurks the streets now, considering the best alternative to take to heal himself, when he sees that same boy again, late one evening. It had been minimal, watching his quirk, but Stain was positive the youth could use a form of ice or cooling. It's not even the first time he would consider utilizing another for his own benefit, but it did come with risks.

Like, for instance, a mouthy brat who made too much noise and called attention to any heroes or police in the vicinity.

In the end, with the sting on his arm, Stain decides to take that chance. He doesn't know what he would do with a brat, but at the very least, it could cool down the stinging on his arm.

He follows the student, until Stain can come up with the best plan of attack. Eventually, when Natsuo is close to the shadows of the closest alley, that Stain lurches and attacks. With one hand, he seizes Natsuo's arm, the other pressing a knife to the other's neck. ]

Keep quiet, and step closer.

[Natsuo knew all too well that the general population wasn't supposed to use their quirks frivolously. Why that was he'd never quite understood, and as teenage boys are wont to do, he decided to ignore the urging to make his life at least somewhat more convenient. Like using his quirk to cool off a too-hot cup of tea on his way to class so he wouldn't burn his mouth on it.

That was a good and practical reason, right? Right.

He just never expected it to bring him trouble.

He never expected to catch the attention of anyone dangerous, period, since he was such a mar on the family name that most people didn't even know he existed. His surname was a coincidence. And yet, that's still the first thing that comes to mind when he's grabbed and yanked into a dark alley, when he feels the cold steel of a knife press into his neck. There's an impulse to snap at whoever it is - he hates his old man, and he's worthless to him anyway - but that impulse is overridden with an eerie sort of calm. He doesn't want to die. He should listen to the commands of the voice behind him.

So he does, stepping closer, even as his free hand raises, aiming to grip the wrist of the hand holding the knife to his neck, but stopping short, grabbing his own shirt collar instead to keep from provoking the assailant.]

[ Sharp, narrow eyes stare down, watching the body move close. Of course, when he sees the hands raising up, Stain doesn't hesitate to nick into the boy's neck, just the slightest hint of blood forming. He almost has to resist licking it up, less he immobilize this brat.

Not that Stain would honestly care. He was tall, but Stain stood taller. He could carry him if he so desired. The thing is, he didn't. Not when his arm was in need of some healing.

But, as he gets a better look of the younger one, Stain is picking up on a few things. For the simple fact, it's easy to notice he was not a pro hero, not by any means. He had a good stature to himself, yet there was something missing. It's not strange to see more than several adequate civilians who could have been heroes, but chose not to follow that route.

Oh well.

Stain didn't involve himself usually with them. They weren't his prey.

He's noticing something a little more about him too. Stain can't put his finger on it. ]

Make any sudden moves, and you'll regret it.

[ His other hand tugs sharply, to drag Natsuo towards him, further into the alley. ]

Walk in front of me. I'll direct you where to go.

[That eerie calm that kept Natsuo from fighting also kept him from being overly concerned by the knife at his neck drawing blood. Instead, his mind goes to other things, vaguely related. It wasn't exactly a smooth cut, even if it was clearly skilled. It hurt more than it probably should have. That meant the knife was dulled from extensive use.

Which immediately brought to mind infection before anything else. He'd have to clean the cut at the first chance... if he ever got a chance.

But. Right. No sudden moves, follow directions. It's the sort of thing that everyone heard from time to time, regarding villains. You don't know about their quirk, you don't know what they're capable of, you don't know if they'll injure or maim or kill or if they're simply bluffing. It's safer to go along with what they want.

So he does. He walks further into the alley, listening closely for any directions.]

[ The moment Natsuo proved to be useless was the moment Enji lost all interest in him. He never felt the need to give his son much of any attention. Shouto was his prized child, the one who would become number one without any problems, who would continue the Todoroki line with pride.

But, with Shouto involved fully with his schooling, it left Fuyumi and Natsuo to entertain their father at different times. Generally, Enji was involved with spending his evenings with Fuyumi, with the occasional visit from Natsuo. At his urging (demands) towards his daughter, he's able to get Natsuo to visit more often, however. Fuyumi, while no where as perfect as Shouto, is still a good daughter, well behaved and catering to his needs. Natsuo was defiant, unyielding, and a headache to deal with.

But he was a challenge.

Shouto wasn't around to keep the itch and desire to argue or fight, and Fuyumi was much too sweet for it. Before Enji realized it, he was becoming more interested in how far he could break apart his other son. He was all mouth and attitude, no abilities that could fight one on one with his own father. Still, that didn't stop the growing interest and desire.

He asks Fuyumi to bring Natsuo over to the house, and to leave, but not without promising to leave his son in one piece. He tells her he intends to bond with his defiant son, nothing more or less. He's positive she believes he intends to break his word into something more, but she's still a good girl.

She still calls for Natsuo, and now Enji waits for him to come to the house, greedy to test the limitations of his child. ]

[With Touya gone, that left the three of them. With Shouto involved in his schooling and doing well enough that even Endeavor had to recognize that certain things would only be detrimental to his advancement, that left two. Natsuo himself had been fine with being ignored, had thrown himself in his own schooling, had accepted that Fuyumi would never leave with him.

And yet, he came home every time she asked him to.

He knew better than to not.

If she was interested in seeing him, they'd go out to lunch, or dinner, or she'd come over to his place. If Enji wanted to take out his frustrations on someone, she called him home. It was a code, of sorts, just between them. One that he knew he could break at any point in time, but also one he wasn't willing to. Who knew what would happen if Fuyumi failed to bring him home, after all? He wasn't a monster. He wouldn't put her through that.

So he comes home when she asks, and braces himself for anything as soon as he locks the front door behind himself.]

[ Enji is aware it's one of the more selfish things he does, to ask of Fuyumi to contact Natsuo at his request. He doesn't care though. She was his to use, as was Natsuo and Shouto (even Touya, if he could get that brat under a tight leash soon). They came from him, and they were all his as a result. Nonetheless, he would go out of his way at a later time to give his daughter a momentarily amount of affection for doing such a good job.

He would almost consider giving the same treatment towards Natsuo, for coming to his sister's aid, but then again, he wanted that bratty son of his there so he could rip him apart.

Maybe after he was done with Natsuo. Yet, that son of his wasn't like Shouto when he praised him. He was still mouthy, still ornery. Maybe if he broke him completely...

Enji is leaving his training room, sweat and fire apparent from a hard workout, when he hears the door down the hall. Good. Right on time. The very least his incompetent son could manage that. Fuyumi has already left the house, Enji had made sure of it, told he to stay with a friend for the next few nights. The fire on his body grows in anticipation and greed as he stomps down the hall, towards the entrance, turning the corner, and immediately finding the recognizable appearance of his child.

With Natsuo's stature, he would have made a fine hero. Too bad he was a complete and total failure.

Just imagining how useless his son is, how he could have such an attitude with a frustrating mouth, it makes Enji's anger spark, his will and intentions to corrupt, destroy, own, is suddenly rushing through his body. He can't even stop himself from shooting his hand out, slamming a fist on the door, beside Natsuo's head, the wood almost breaking. ]

Still as pathetic looking as ever, boy.

[ There was nothing special about Natsuo. Just his attitude and spirit that Enji yearns to break and destroy. ]

You're only good for one thing.

[That's all he can hope to ask for, that if he's good and comes home when Fuyumi asks him to, that their father will find it in himself to be kind to her, even for a moment. He hasn't been able to convince her to leave, so this is all he can do for her until she does.

If she ever does.

The house is hot, like it always is, especially when Enji is in the training room, and that's one of the main reasons why Natsuo avoids the main house, even now that he's older and allowed in. It's uncomfortable, has him peeling off his jacket immediately to hang by the door, and not a moment too soon as a spectre of flame emerges, stalks closer.

He has the impulse to leave. There's just enough time to, but that would be ill-advised. He wouldn't get far, at any rate, and the effort would only make him feel more pathetic for the failure.

So he stands his ground, for the most part. The slam of a fist on the door next to his head, the sound of wood buckling and not-quite breaking, makes him flinch. He straightens back up to his full height a moment later, though.]

That so? Well, people do say I look like you when you were my age.

[If he's going to say he looks pathetic, then so be it. That much is easy enough to twist back around on him.]

Suppose you're planning on showing me what I'm good for, right?

[ Staring down at his son, noticing the flinch, it makes Enji feel proud. It's not easy to tear apart Natsuo, but the rush he feels, it's growing. This was only the beginning, though. He would keep trying to break and destroy everything that Natsuo was.

How would his son be? Completely broken in by him?

Right now, Natsuo was an untamed child, causing issues the moment he opens his mouth. With as much time he spends with Fuyumi, he would think that maybe Natsuo would pick up on her mannerisms. Perhaps he should speak to his daughter about controlling her brother more often.

No matter. Enji intended to fully corrupt Natsuo this evening, breaking him apart far more than he had done in the past.

Natsuo is defiant, standing tall, but Enji is much taller, much bigger, and much more stronger.

As soon as he hears those words, there's a brief look of agitation to his eyes, and he snaps his hand forward, to backhand Natsuo across the face. Insolent brat. Mouthy as ever. No wonder Shouto is always rebellious when he has an older brother who is the same. ]

Don't act so surprised, boy. You know exactly what good you are, and why you are here.

[ His hand is back, combing through and grabbing a fist full of white hair, tugging Natsuo closer to him. ]

Will you behave, or will you break?

[ His student was upset, angry beyond reason, when not only do they have the explosive child Bakugou, but also the one Shigaraki hated the most. It was amusing, to watch his pupil become hissy and throw a fit, to the point where Kurogiri requests if they could relocate the young Midoriya. AFO answers from the monitor, advising he would take the boy.

Shigaraki immediately has Kurogiri using his quirk to send the student to AFO's personal room, far away from the villain's headquarters.

He steps back, allows Midoriya room when he's shoved inside, his wrists shackled liked Bakugou's had been, less the brat utilize his quirk. AFO had spent some time watching the young Midoriya, taking in every little detail about him. He doesn't give the full answers to Shigaraki, as his student needs to understand the responsibility of taking over the League, but that did not mean AFO would become complacent.

Besides, he had to keep a special eye on those One For All was given to. ]

You're the young student who's made such a stir, I hear. Izuku Midoriya.

[Izuku took Bakugou's hand in a desperate attempt to keep him with the rest of the class. It was a mistake, he should've listened when Bakugou said not to follow. But that's his best friend, his childhood friend. He's always been stubborn.

This, however, is terrifying.

All Might never told him much about All for One. He doesn't know who is talking to him. It's not somebody from the forest and he can't recognize him from the first time the Villain Alliance broke into Yuuei.

He looks up and does his best not to shudder. Like this, tied up, there's very little he can do to fight back. The best he can do is wait for the pro heroes to find them.]

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[ He knew exactly who she was, who's blood she was created from. Kurogiri had sent quick word to him that she had been taken in error, that a minor slip-up with his portal had created the issue. AFO told the man not to worry. He would handle her himself.

She's rather small, compared to the extreme fire hero Endeavor. Her neck could snap in an instance in a single hand. As the child of a pro hero, it's natural for AFO to feel a little irritated or spite towards her. He would like to break her apart, to see if Endeavor would actually come running to his daughter's safety.

But at the same time, he wonders, would she ever break? Would she ever turn into a nasty and vile thing like them?

AFO stands tall, suit sharp and crisp, while the metal container on his head keeps the girl from seeing his true face. He doesn't need his eyes to see her. He has other means to "look". ]

What is your name, child?

[ He questions with a loud voice, raising up one hand, to comb through her soft hair. She looks so gentle. Nothing at all like her father. It'd almost be a total pleasure to break her apart, and send the evidence to her father. ]

[The idea that she may one day be taken by villains and used against her father had been drilled into her head from a young age. It was rarely from the man himself. For most of her early life, it had been told to her strictly by housekeepers and nannies. As the child of the number two hero, scary people might come for you. It was strange, to think she had value to someone who was practically a stranger.]

[Then their mother had been hospitalized and she finally got to really meet the person who had essentially ignored them, deemed them failures, and who had enough enemies for them to be in danger. She couldn't tell which one was worse, really.]

[She'd grown so complacent that when a warp quirk took her, she almost wondered if it was just some unfortunate event. The fear builds slowly and surely as she realized that whatever group had taken her was much more than a bunch of two-bit villains. She heard the word "League," so it was the group that had targeted Shouto and his classmates. Still, she keeps her mouth shut, remembering those childhood warnings. Don't say anything, cooperate if only to preserve yourself, wait.]

[Until she meets the man with the metal mask.]

[When her father instilled terror in her it was with his anger, with fire, with passion. How could one man manage to strike that much terror so calmly?]

... Fuyumi.

[The part of her that was scolded and warned at least doesn't say her last name. Not answering seemed like a worse idea, though, with his hand so close to her face. She'd never held any aspirations of being a hero. She's a civilian in every sense of the word, just a piece to be protected or a pawn to be used. She's not trained, she's not fit, she wouldn't even call herself mentally strong... and she hadn't been able to protect her family anyways.]

[ It's no secret to him of the relationship Endeavor has with his children, how he seems to cater to Shouto more so than the others. Maybe the public hasn't noticed, but AFO had such keen awareness. It's why he singles out Shouto, asks Kurogiri to fetch the boy with a few of the league's members.

Endeavor might have taught the boy well enough, but AFO felt that more could be learned, if the right buttons were pressed.

It takes a few days at most, for Kurogiri to single out the youngest Todoroki outside of his campus, but when the boy is pushed through the portal, AFO is ready for him. He sees the portal forming, and the moment the dual-toned hair is in view, he snaps forward, wrapping a strong arm around Shouto's shoulder, and the other pressing at his neck. His chest is behind Todoroki's body, as he practically leans over the small youth.

So much smaller than his own father. ]

Are you aware of who I am, child?

[ He can't help but ponder, if this boy was knowledgeable. He hopes so, to avoid hurting such a pretty face. But, a little pain wasn't out of the question. It was a good method of control. ]

[It's been a while, since the last run-in with villains trying to destroy the hopes of the future in class 1-A. Not so long that it goes forgotten, but just long enough that caution in daily life has begun to decay. They're safe. It wouldn't happen again.

Todoroki's blood runs cold when the portal opens up in front of him, when a well-placed shove between his shoulderblades sends him pitching through it before he can fire off his quirk, when he's caught before he's even through it entirely, held tight and close to someone with an overwhelmingly oppressive presence.

The portal closes behind him. There's no escape route, now.

The first question he's asked - from a voice muffled behind a mask - has his mind scrambling to place who it could be. A villain. A high-profile villain, if he should know who he is. Someone the shadow villain answers to.

A few names come to mind, that this man could be, some who have been defeated and others still at large. Some he should know about, and some he shouldn't.

He can't narrow it down enough to tell, and making a guess could risk angering the villain if he got it wrong.]

I... might be.

[An honest enough answer, when he could know, could be aware, but is unwilling to name the wrong name.]

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A corrupting influence

kylo ren ( STAR WARS ) ota

Loki Odinson | MCU | OTA

Rinoa Heartilly | Final Fantasy VIII | F/M

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Reno! 😗😁🤠

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1 and 2 and 8 combined, maybe. tell me and I can edit.

Loki | Jakub Ćwiek's "Cykl anielskiego cyngla" novels | OTA

dabi (荼毘) - bnha - m/f

erik killmonger | mcu | m/f

Natsuo Todoroki | Boku no Hero Academia

4 - FOR YOU OWN GOOD BRO also sluttification

SOMEHOW I DOUBT SLUTTIFICATION IS FOR HIS OWN GOOD

WHAT NO IT TOOOOTALLY IS

3/7 for teaching/benefit yo

yoooo

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8 because he's endeavor and number one hero now

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Izuku Midoriya | My Hero Academia | OTA

6 - au where midoriya is taken with bakugou????

hell yes

fuyumi todoroki | my hero academia | ota

6/2????? w/ sluttification

hell yeah

Todoroki Shouto | BNHA

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