bakerstreet | The Captivity Meme

THE CAPTIVITY MEME

You've been captured - or maybe you've been held captive for a while now. Whatever the case, you've lost your freedom, and there's a specific person responsible for that. You might be a prisoner, a mental patient, a kidnap victim, or someone's pet. Maybe you're there willingly, or maybe the choice has been taken away from you completely.

Both smut and non-smut scenarios are possible. If you don't want to play smut, please indicate so in the title line of your tag.

1. Leave a tag with your character. Be sure to include any limits on what you are willing to play, as this meme has the potential to be triggering.

2. Someone else tags in and uses RNG to generate a number between 1 and 9. The second character is holding the first character captive now.

3. ??

4. Profit!

CATEGORIES

1. For their own good.
Does this person really think they could make it on their own? It's a big, scary world out there, and you need to protect them from it, whether they like it or not.

2. For the good of society.
Forget protecting this person - it's your duty to protect the world from them! Maybe they committed a terrible crime, or maybe they were falsely condemned, but it's your job to keep them locked up where they can't do any more harm.

3. Because they're not well.
How's your bedside manner? Whether you're Florence Nightingale or Mildred Ratched, you're in the position of ministering to the mentally ill. Maybe this person genuinely needs your help, or maybe you're just turning a blind eye to their true sanity.

4. For the money.
Higher aims? What higher aims? This person is your meal ticket, and they're staying put until their loved ones pay up.

5. For their love.
It might be a case of yandere, or it might be a consenting BDSM relationship. Whether it's by mutual agreement or by force, you're keeping them simply because you love them.

6. Because they're cute and fluffy.
Who's a cutesy wutesy? They are! Yes, they are!
This person is your pet now. Maybe they're a different species from you, or maybe you just don't care that you're both people. Maybe you're even an alien zookeeper looking after a new acquisition.

7. Because they're your property.
Slave? Livestock? Who cares what they think - they're your property, and you decide their fate.

8. For the lulz.
Hey, what's a little bondage between friends? You'll let them go, once you're done laughing and snapping photos...maybe.

9. Choose a scenario, or combine several.

Taken from memebells.

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[ That brief moment of Noel's mouth being open is all that Caius needs to slip his tongue inside. It's as warm as he had thought, and even like this he can still feel the fight that Noel has in him. There's something about the defiance that sparks a heat within Caius, just like it has every time his pupil has stood up to him across the timeline. It's a thrill not unlike a fight, but with just enough that's different to remind him that it isn't.

He breaks the kiss with a bite to Noel's bottom lip and he leans back, his lips curled into the slightest hint of a smirk. He releases Noel's hair, and even steps back fully away from him. Caius walks around him to test the strength of the chain attaching the collar to the wall (he'd escape, otherwise). ]

Have you ever given over to your desires, Noel?

What desires, Caius?

[He can't do much more than scowl at the older man, but if looks could kill...

At least Caius has backed away - for the moment. Chained to the wall by his neck as he is, Noel knows it's a short lived reprieve.]

Unlike you, I don't like hurting people.

[Granted, his hurts have been emotional rather than physical, but it doesn't make much difference to Noel. Being hurt is being hurt, and Caius seems to know the ways to hurt him the most.]

You don't think I want you, do you? Like this?

[And then he yanks against the chain, frustration expressed through aggression, pulling uselessly at the bonds on his hands.]

[ Caius just chuckles as he tucks in behind Noel, one hand wrapped around the boy's stomach, the other lifting to take a hold of his chin once more. He presses his chest against Noel's back and places his lips next to an ear, his lips brushing just barely against the shell as he speaks. ]

You think I enjoy the harm I cause? Yeul would not have me stand beside her were that true. I speak of a sweeter agony. One that has tempted man from the very beginning of time.

[ The last statement gives him pause for a moment and then he's sliding his hand down from Noel's chin to the collar again, giving it a small tug. ]

Though your cooperation is not necessary, it'd certainly make things easier and even, perhaps, a bit more entertaining. If you were free to touch me, Noel--

[ And he takes a moment to take Noel's earlobe into his mouth and bite down on it, just briefly, before releasing it. ]

--Would you?

Hng -

[Already uncomfortable in a number of ways, Noel chokes back his gasp as Caius' breath flows past his ear, hot and moist. It sends a shiver down his spine that isn't entirely unpleasant, and that's what bothers him the most. It feels almost good, and with the position he's in - chained and bound, collared like a beast, entirely at Caius' mercy - Noel doesn't want to fall victim to Caius' trap because his body feels good.

But nothing derails a virgin's mind faster than an intentionally salacious touch, and Caius clearly knows what he's doing. Noel's gasp isn't cut off this time, a sharp inhale with a low groan at the end, and he yanks his head to the side in embarrassment.]

What do you mean, touch you?

[ The responses are sweet little notes of music in Caius's ear, plucked with precision. He doubts it'll take long to break Noel, to make him submit in the way he wants him to. Of surprise, perhaps only to Noel, Caius would rather not have to force his way on to him, though he will if necessary; no, he wants Noel to want this. Liking it has no part in this equation.

Poor, sweet, pure Noel. So much went unlearned in his life, simply because it had no place in their time. But he was going to learn it all now, and in ways he probably never would have imagined. ]

I mean--

[ And Caius's next movements are very deliberate. The hand that he has placed on Noel's stomach begins to slip lower and lower, inch by excruciating inch, until it's hovering over Noel's crotch. He presses down, just barely, barely, so little that he hardly even feels the fabric beneath his hand, and he leaves his palm there, just far enough away to taunt but not close enough to really apply pressure. ]

--touch.

[It feels as though he's burning up from the inside out, his heartbeat thundering through his veins, rushing heat to his face and ears - and his groin. It's wrong like this, chained to a wall with Caius taunting him, but Noel can't deny that his body is reacting to the low voice in his ear and the strong, firm hands on his body.

Or at least they were on his body. The one that has moved to tease, hovering just out of reach is going to drive him mad. He can feel the heat of it through his pants, and entirely against his will, his dick twitches, pressing itself upward to seek more contact.

It's wrong like this, but Noel whimpers anyway. It's getting so much harder to resist, and part of him wonders why he's resisting at all. He knows Caius, knows him better than he knows any other person - anyone still alive, that is. The years he spent training with him, learning how to fight and hunt and stay alive were meaningful to him, even if the value of those days is questionable for his teacher.]

You'll be disappointed, Caius. I've never learned this, I won't meet your expectations.

[He never has, not yet. Not with anything. Caius left before he was ready to best him in a fight, and that was after years of the man teaching him himself. How could he possibly do what Caius wanted with this?]

[ Even without actually having his hand on him, Caius can feel that twitch, the strain, and it makes him smile. Or, well, it makes the closest thing to a smile that can appear on Caius's face come out, anyway. He continues to hover for a few more moments, taunting and teasing, before he finally lowers his hand, pressing back against Noel's dick, giving it the contact that it craves.

It's easy enough to wrap his fingers halfway around Noel's dick through his pants and stroke along the waking length, his gaze now cast over Noel's shoulder to look down at what his hand is doing. ]

It is lucky for you, then, that here I have no expectations.

[ Another stroke, another bite to his ear. ]

Think of it as a battle that you want to lose.

The Captivity Meme

Snow's got a bike. He could Basara that shit.

Noel would not want a Rescue by Snow tm X(

Hey you're the one who mentioned heroes

Noel prefers fluffy things like kitties and bunnies

chocobos are fluffy and so is Snow's hair

/unsure

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