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bakerstreet2025-05-29 10:09 am
wine_sock) wrote in bakerstreet2025-05-29 10:09 am
The Gagged Meme
One or both of you is gagged. That's it. That's the meme. It can be silly, serious, or smutty, just as long as one of you can't talk. Bondage, while obviously associated with gags, is completely optional.
- Comment with your character, preferences, and whether they are gagged or the ones doing the gagging. Feel free to specify what kind of gags you do or do not want (duct tape, ballgags, handgags, etc.)
- Reply to others.
- Thread.
James T. Kirk | Star Trek AOS | OTA
Previous CR preferred for this Meme.]
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Today isn't going to be much different.
Illario's thumb gently carrsses Jim's lower lip, the other hand holding onto the gag- not yet ready to put it in place. But oh, he aches to, desperate to touch and caress and tease his gorgeous Marcher for all he's worth. But first:
"Remember, we stop if you feel we need to, for any reason. If it hurts or you can't breathe well enough, or you aren't enjoying what we're doing. Because of the gag, you can't just tell me red, amber or green. So you're going to have to get my attention by touch. Three taps in quick succession to stop. Even if its just for a moment, or you want to stop completely."
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Just now, Jim's glancing aside at the length of silk in Illario's hand. His eyebrow raises. This is a new game for them. A way for the man with the weight of Thedas on his shoulders to give up some of that control for just a little while. Even if only behind closed doors.
"I remember. It'll be fine, Illario." He cocks his head to one side and smiles up to the Crow. "When you said you had something you wanted to show me, I didn't figure it was just going to be silk, is all."
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He's been planning this for a little while too, and its not just the one piece of silk. This is simply the first one.
"This silk isn't what I'm showing you, bello mio. What I'm going to show you is how nice it can be when you let someone else look after you, completely and utterly."
He steps forward, letting the silk kiss against Jim's bare chest, the tail of fabric soft as a feather over skin, and his hungry blue eyes follow it, oh he wants to lather all of that skin with his tongue.
"Relax bello. Enjoy this." He says, and then the silk is wrapped carefully around him, covering his mouth, making sure his nose is free.
*waves hand vaguely* Some pre-Ferelden fun time before Illario is infected and fully on the team
"Compeltely and utterly, huh." Jim thinks he knows what he's in for here. Silk over his mouth, maybe being tied up a bit. He's not worried about being at Illario's mercy. If anything, he's worried about being boring. If he can't talk, can't move, can't do for the Crow...won't Illario grow tired of him?
His gaze follows the silk, then lifts to catch Illario all but drooling over him. At least he has no disillusion of whether or not Illario wants him. The man makes it obvious.
"If you're sure that's what you want. I can only promise to Try to be good." He says with a wink. When the silk covers up his mouth, Jim tests the feel of it. Smiles, opens his mouth a little to feel how it moves around him. Soon Illario has him fully gagged and Jim breathes out slow and deep through his nose.
Tips his head to the side in a bit of a nonverbal question. Does Illario like what he sees, so far?
yeap! otherwise Illario is never going back to the villa AGAIN
But Illario thinks it's going to be a long road, if Jim ever gets to that point. He's not built to be selfish. Perhaps that is why that balance so well - Illario only knows how to put himself first. Taking care of Jim, taking some of the weight from his shoulders? It's helping him unlearn that.
"You'll be good. You don't know how to be anything else for me, bello." Illario murmurs, and once the gag is tied, spends a few seconds admiring how gorgeous Jim is like this, naked and unashamed, those blue eyes looking up at him, wanting to please. He has no idea how deep Illario's feelings go. He leans in, kissing Jim's cheek and strokes through his hair. "You're perfect."
He can't resist a moment more, idly petting, admiring, before he pulls away to get the other silk. Not, this time, a thin length of fabric, jet in colour, but a bundle of actual rope. It is silk, unbelievably strong, and incredibly soft, gentle, on the skin.
"Just listen to my voice, and relax. What we're going to do is something a little like dar-saam, Qunari knot-work. It helps ease tension, it gives support, and it feels good. We're going to start simple, to see if you like it. If you don't like it, or it's too tight, or you need a moment, immediately let me know."
He gives Jim a moment, and because at the moment he's unbound, he can touch the rope if he wants, feel it, get used to it.
"I'm going to start with a chest piece, around your torso, around your shoulders, around your arms. It's like an embrace. Are you happy with that?"
Gotta take advantage of the amenities while they're there~
He nods to the instruction. Even lifts up his wrists toward Illario in a show of permission given. It's just rope, and to be honest it looks pretty soft. How bad could it be?? The struggle, Jim thinks, is going to be when Illario decides it's time to work him up and take him apart and THEN not being able to move.
"Mmh~"
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He trusts so openly and easily, so beautifully, and Illario knows that he doesn't deserve someone to trust him so much. Someone to allow him this much faith. He won't waste it, he won't ever betray Jim in such a way. He wants to prove himself, on top of making this good for Jim. So carefully, he begins to tie the knots, ensuring they aren't too tight, won't pinch or rub. He's skilled in this, but this is more special than when he's done it before, with someone he genuinely cares for.
The knots are intricate and beautiful, closely wrapping from the wrist and almost to his elbow, pressing Jim's forearms together, spending the time it takes to make a mental note of every little scar, every mark, brushing his thumb or fingers over them as he works.
"What people don't realise," He says, voice soft, "Is that this is a way to connect with your lover. Intimate and tender, to learn every inch of their skin. To love every inch of them."
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It's just. He doesn't think anything will. Doesn't believe Illario wants anything bad to happen to him anymore. If Illario won't trust himself, Jim will trust enough for the two of them. But it Is a choice. Not an oversight.
Jim tips his head so he can watch Illario's fingers work the knots. His gaze follows Illario's hands, head tipping this way and that to get a good view over what the man is doing. He's never seen anything like this so close up before, and certainly not in the process of being knotted. Though, as Jim imagines, Qunari aren't doing this for sex reasons day in and day out. Still. It's pretty.
He didn't think he could be pretty anymore, with his scars and after how much he's changed since his days as a pretty lordling sequestered safely away in an estate. At first his brows clearly furrow when Illario brushes over an old sword scar at his upper arm. He doesn't lean away from the touch, but his gaze flits up...Only to see Illario still looking at him as though he were the most beautiful thing. They widen then. Just a little.
"...Mm?" Interest. And a little bit of awe.
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Jim doesn't understand how Illario sees him. There are scars, yes, but they tell a story. A man who was pampered but caged, who broke free and then has dedicated himself to others every day, every week, every year. First to the Inquisition and the people of southern Thedas. Then, when he was Blighted, he took himself to the Wardens and kept fighting. He took control of his destiny, and every mark earned on that journey is part of him. Part of his loyalty and bravery and his kindness. Part of the man Illario has fallen for.
The design is coming together: fairly simple rows of rope linked by square knots. It has a little give but feels strangely supportive and cradling. Illario pauses when it's done, sliding his hands down the design to the back of Jim's hands and cupping them with his own.
"It means a lot to me, that you trust me. I want to prove you can. I want to be by your side."
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Even now...
It's Varric's team. Varric's job. JIm's just keeping things together in his stead while the dwarf convalesces. And doing not a great job of it by his own estimation given how things just keep seeming to get worse.
But the job is later. It's outside these walls where Jim finds his arms bound together peering up into Illario's eyes when the man's hand covers his own bound together as they are. He nods when Illario speaks about trust. Even though it's not a question.
Because he does.
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Better instead to get on with making Jim feel good, to move on to the slightly more complex knotwork. He picks up another length of rope, still the same soft, flexible silk, just thinner, and shifts to set it down on the edge of the bed.
"This is where I need you on your knees for me. Like that very first time hm? After we sparred. I think about that far too much." He says, helping Jim into that position- it's harder, with your hands tied. But for as bad at jumping as he can be, balance doesn't seem to be his problem. And once he's there? Illario makes a low noise of pleasure, leans in, and kisses Jim despite the gag- stroking his hands up the man's naked inner thigh, and towards his cock.
"These knots are going to be a little more intimate, amore. Like a hand around you, keeping you hard, making you feel so good. I think you'll like it."
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Not because of any problems, but--with a bit of muffled noises and turning Illario will eventually figure out--so he can itch Jim's back for him where a bit of the rope tickled him too much.
"Mn?" A tilt of his head. Up. Up and on his knees. Jim can do that. He's moving before Illario gets up to help him with determination. Planting his bound fists into the bedding to anchor him as he leverages himself up. Then Illario is there, helping to steady and brace Jim so he can shuffle upright. He makes a soft huffing noise. A triumphant little 'ha!' that comes out just as "hhh!" for the gag once he's gotten himself there.
All the better to enjoy how Illario seems to react to seeing him like this. His brows lift eagerly, so pleased to be wrapped up in tanned arms and showered with kisses. And then he makes a startled noise of pleasure himself to feel Illario's other hand stroke up his inner thigh.
"Nn~ mnh~!!" His cock gives a lazy twitch but ultimately gets passed up for the time being. He groans when Illario pulls his hand away in clear complaint. But then hushes. The other is still explaining the next bit. He glances down toward his own cock, then back to Illario. "..mm?"
You're gonna tie him up there???
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"Yes, bello, I mean your cock. I want you to be hard and aching and enjoying this. That is the point, after all." He murmurs and then presses another kiss to Jim's mouth beneath the silk and then to his throat, finding the pulse point and nuzzling in.
"You know what I love? When you're so turned on, so hard and aching, and that beautiful cock weeps for me." He murmurs into Jim's skin, then lets his hand curl around the length to stroke, slow and satisfying.
"Once your cock is bound, I'll do your legs. And then your chest, where it feels like an embrace. Are you ready for that?"
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He groans long and low and deep. For both the touch and the image Illario paints. Especially because hot on its heels Illario begins to stroke him hard. The Crow's fingers are wicked and Jim cannot ever get enough of them. He lifts up on his thighs into the strokes before long, rocking into Illario's hand as much as he's allowed.
But soon even this will be taken from him. And that brings another flush of color to his face. He shudders once more and then like before he nods. He's not backing down now.
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His fingers uncurl, murmuring a soft apology that he's stopped, and gently begins with the neck series of knots. A loop around the root of his cock, another around his balls, and then a series of carefully spaced knots that apply just the perfect amount of pressure to still feel like a hand, encircling, holding firm but not tight.
"See what I mean, bello? Doesn't it feel nice, to be held, hm?" He asks, finishing the knot and looking back over his handiwork, and unable to stop from stroking his thumb over the crown of Jim's cock.
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He shudders bodily. Arches his hips up to try and get the rope to rub against him. Then Illario strokes the head of his cock and leaves Jim helplessly twitching against the touch. A bead of fluid oozes from the tip and coats his thumb.
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But he can also see there's a thread of worry in Jim's eye, a fear. He doesn't want to be left like this. And this whole experience is about communication and trust- he has to know that Illario is there for him, won't let him suffer, even if Jim can't physically tell him what he needs.
"I was going to do some more across your chest bello moi, but I think you're wound up enough aren't you? Or do you think you can manage for another ten minutes for me? Hold out that long and then we'll come together?"
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And there is a worry of just how long he's expected to stay like this. Of what Illario's going to Do with him once he's all bound up. Pitch him forward so Jim has to brace himself on bound hands while Illario fucks him? Eats him out? His hole clenches with every thought.
He shakes his head quickly at the offer of an Out. He wants to see where this is going, doesn't want to miss out (wants to be good for his love--). He can wait he won't lose it, enduring is what he's made for or something to that effect.
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Which means he needs to really focus now, moving to take up another length of rope and starting what is actually the trickier set of knots—needing to be carefully placed and tightened just enough around Jim's chest, over and below pectoral muscles, and then winding carefully around his ribs. It shouldn't restrict but feel like a lover's embrace, holding him close and careful.
It had been one of Illario's favourites, the embrace he didn't always necessarily receive. It can be grounding when nothing else is.
"It should feel good, amore. Safe. Like the arms of someone who loves you." He explains as he continues with the careful series of knots and bindings, before he shifts back and puts his hands on Jim's thighs.
"You are utterly perfect, my love. You're being so good. Would you like me to take the gag off? Then you can tell me what reward you want."
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Trying to clear the goblin camp had not quite gone to plan. It had started so well, with the group easily infiltrating the place as True Souls revered by the goblins. Gale isn't exactly sure where it all went wrong, but their intrepid leader being taken captive certainly wasn't part of the plan.
This part should probably be Astarion's job, but he's busy slinking through the shadows slitting throats. Besides, Gale needed to be the one to get Jim, to make sure he was okay, for reasons he wasn't keen on interrogating at the moment.
Jim must have heard him creeping into the room, because he starts making muffled noises. See? Gale is bad at sneaking. "Sshhh! It's me. This isn't my forte, but it'll be much easier if you don't make noise."
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"Mmmf--" They've taken his bow, probably stashed it Somewhere. Jim really hopes it's not gone far because if he's left to try to defend himself with just his one dagger he's going to be in a really shit situation.
His noises are more trying to warn Gale about the guards than any panic. As he's shushed Jim falls obediently quiet. Save for a black eye he seems to be not that much worse for the wear. Aside form the imprisonment.
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Any other time he'd flush up to the tips of his ears to feel Gale's hands all over him like this without preamble but right now? High on adrenaline and nerves for someone coming in before Jim's free to provide backup? He shifts on his knees to angle one side more toward Gale's view. Tucked up underneath the back of his leathers is a small sheath for a dagger. More of a hunter's knife than something Astarion would use on people but decidedly better than Nothing.
And in the immediate the right tool for the job of cutting Jim free.
sprinkles a little suspense
Footfalls. There's just enough time for Gale to cast an invisibility spell, but he's still pressed into Jim's space. If anyone approaches the prisoner, they'll run right into Gale.