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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!

Scenarios

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.

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[ Alright, so, this is turning out to be more fun than he'd even thought. Already Thor's given him such pleasing reactions. Even that one of a petulant child was amusing in it's own way. But, he still did as was requested...all the more earning Loki's favor.

He takes the glass from Thor, his gaze never moving from him as he takes a sip. It's dark and bitter, fitting, really of his personality. There are a few more moments of silence on his part, his eyes wandering down Thor's body once more. Sometimes it's hard not to look--he's fit and perfect. Annoyingly so. And he's always so warm under Loki's hands. After that contemplative silence, wherein he imagines a few things he'd rather be doing to that body, he points to the floor. ] Sit.

[All petulance gone, that grin dances back across his features for a second, but he obeys the order and takes a seat at the foot of Loki's chair. These are the easy orders, the ones it's a pleasure to follow not because they're hot but because they're fun. It's fun just to pretend, even if he is pretending to be a dog or something. Thor gets the sense that Loki is just testing things out for now, and that he's gearing up for something better, and he's definitely anticipating that. But for now, he just looks up at Loki with pleased enthusiasm plain on his face.]

[ It's definitely possible he's testing now to give something good later. Or maybe he's just being an asshole and making him do these menial tasks for absolutely nothing. It really depends on his mood.

Loki stares straight ahead for a few moments, leisurely drinking his wine and ignoring Thor. But then he's setting down the glass and leaning in just a little closer. His hand moves deceptively gentle as he pets him, golden strands of hair slipping between his fingers so easily. But then his hand fists there at the back of Thor's head and he tugs just a bit as he leans down. ]

Your position is not to question me. You should do as I say--without any hesitation. Are we clear?

[...ooh. He stares back into Loki's eyes without shame, and his tongue darts out over his lips again as a little spike of arousal runs from Loki's hand in his hair straight down his spine. Of course, several questions pop immediately into his head and he considers asking them just to be a little rebellious, but thinks better of it. There's really no way to win, down that road.

Goddamn, he wants to bite Loki's lower lip.]

Crystal. Master.

[ He's waiting for them. The stupid questions that Thor would ask just to spite what Loki said. But...they don't come. How wonderful. So it seems his little pet can be taught. ...For now.

Loki lets his hold slacken, fingers moving in soft little circles to soothe against Thor's scalp. He gives a slightly fleeting smile. ] Good. Do try not to forget.

[ Sliding his hand down, it rests against the side of his throat to feel the pulse underneath. Loki leans even closer, bending himself in half, almost. ] You would like the reward of a job well done, wouldn't you?

[He could pull him down. He could pull Loki right out of his chair, drag him to the floor and ravish him, collar be damned. He could do it.

But... he does want that reward. He wouldn't have bothered with this whole thing if he wasn't so curious to find out the endgame. The conflict of his desires between one another just makes everything a little bit more exciting, and anything that lets him get his hands or his mouth on Loki again should be worth a little submission. Right?]

Yes. [His eyes flutter at the deceptively gentle touches, but he still doesn't look away from Loki.] Tell me what to do.

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[ Sure Thor could do that right now. Or he could wait until the timing is perfect and they both get the most out of this. Not that it wouldn't be great either way. It always is with Thor. But, the last time they did something like this, well... Surely that speaks for itself. ]

In a moment...

[ Loki leans back, regarding Thor for that moment and letting his mind roam over certain possibilities and their outcomes. He takes another drink of his wine, still silent, still contemplative. Finally, he sets the glass down and folds his hands in his lap once again. ] Tell me something, Thor. Your intentions are to have me tonight, are they not? [ Reaching up, he begins to slowly loosen his tie. It's pulled off and set on the arm of the chair. ] I've had an exceptionally trying and long week, so... [ He smiles again, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. ] Tell me why I should allow you to. You are free to use any means necessary.

[It's impossible to keep the smirk off his face. Loki would demand something like that, to make Thor convince him why they should get to keep playing the game that Loki wanted in the first place. Not that they couldn't play without the end result being sex, but... where would the fun be in that?

Since Loki is permitting him to use any means necessary, he decides to take that at face value, and shifts onto his knees in front of Loki, sliding his hands over the top of Loki's thighs.]

You're damn right I intend to have you. And you should let me because you want me. [He guides Loki's legs apart so that he can fit between them, and he takes Loki's free hand with both of his own, bringing it to his face so he can nuzzle into Loki's palm, all the while keeping their eyes fixed on each other.] Let me fuck that long week right out of you. You won't have to do a thing. It'll be all about you, your pleasure, what you want. I'm your pet tonight, I just want to... please you.

[Holding Loki's hand against his face with one of his own, half-cupping his jaw, Thor lowers his head to Loki's lap and runs his parted lips over the front of Loki's trousers with a breathy sound. And, just because he hasn't thrown it in for a little while...] My mmmmaster.

[ Because you want me.

What a cocky bastard. Loki almost stops him there, set to inflict a bit of punishment on him right then. Just because Thor is constantly in a state of arousal when they're together doesn't mean Loki is the same way. ...Not all the time. And this week was especially draining and he'd been looking forward to having nothing to do over the weekend with no minor displacement due to wayward visitors and roommates. But, as usual, Thor just barges in and turns his world upside down.

Not that he minds. Not really.

He had been thinking something else at the culmination of their evening, but suddenly this is sounding much better. A jolt of pleasure fires across his body, settling a nice warmth in his veins. It's almost like he can feel Thor's breath through his pants. And that's certainly giving an interested stir in all the right places.

Slowly his thumb brushes down under Thor's jaw, his eyes sharp behind half lowered lids. He tips Thor's head back and leans down, taking a kiss--slow and languid and keeps it going until his lungs begin to burn. Even then he doesn't want to pull away, but he does. ] Take me to the bedroom.

[The angle of the kiss tilts his head back to an uncomfortable degree, but he returns it in earnest, and although he lets Loki control the pace he presses eagerly into it with every desire to let it bleed into real passion. If nothing else, his enthusiasm is probably as in character as it could get without actually jumping on Loki.

Even then, it's a struggle.

As soon as Loki gives him the order, he gets to his feet and without hesitation lifts Loki easily into his arms. Thor carries him right to the bedroom and deposits Loki right on the edge of the bed, sinking back down to his knees and nuzzling into the crook of Loki's neck on the way down.]

[ Silently obedient. This is nice. Loki could get used to it. And it's the only saving grace to save him from that little affectionate nuzzle that was completely unauthorized. The sight of Thor on his knees in front of him is also helping. It's already beginning to stroke the flames of arousal deep within him.

Loki retains eye contact with Thor as he untucks and then unbuttons his shirt. It's tossed a bit carelessly to the side as he rises from the bed. The belt is removed in one fluid motion and dropped, too. He flicks open the button of his pants, but then stops. There's a fierce glint in his eyes as he looks down at Thor. ]

Finish undressing me. [ He gives just the smallest pause, then smiles a bit deviously. ] Without your hands.

[Loki had better not get too used to it because there's no way this is going to last. Thor had set aside enough obedience for one night, but after that all bets are off. Both of them are eager to see how the other plays their part, although it wouldn't be unreasonable to assume that Thor is going to be a lot easier to please than Loki.

He quirks an eyebrow at the order, feeling a new hot tendril of desire curl through his insides and wrap around his cock, already growing hard and heavy inside his jeans. Well. This should be quite a test of his own skill as well, won't it? The zipper is easy enough, and he keeps his eyes on Loki as best as he can as he leans forward and once again brushes his open mouth over the front of those undoubtedly very expensive pants. At first he doesn't even try to open them, just nuzzles Loki's cock through the fabric, humming in pleasure, and he curls his fingers against his own thighs to keep them from digging into Loki's hips.

Eventually, his tongue finds the zipper, flicking it up so that he can grasp it in his teeth and pull it slowly down. It goes smoothly, only catching once before he gets it down the rest of the way. It's the next part that's tricky, and he slides his hands behind his back to keep them innocent, as his mouth moves to Loki's waistband, gliding along it, just barely brushing skin, no matter how much he wants to kiss and bite and suck. His teeth grasp at the edge of the waistband and he does his best to ease them down, first at once side and then the other, worrying the trousers just like a dog as he guides them over the frustrating and constant perfect swell of Loki's ass.

The more skin is revealed, the more impatient he gets, but the damned pants are coming off. That's the important thing.]

[ One night is all he expects. But--he does expect the entire night. He knows that come morning, things will be back to normal. ...Whatever that is for them.

Loki can't help the catch of his breath as Thor nuzzles against him. That definitely makes his cock more interested in what's going on. And it only gets better from there. The command had been offhanded, one he thought Thor wouldn't be able to complete, or would offer some rebuttal that he couldn't do it. And there was nothing but agreement. He'd complied with the order and was seemingly handling himself fairly well.

This excites him in a way he never really thought possible.

A satisfied sort of noise rolls in the back of his throat and he near unconsciously wets his lips in anticipation. With each passing moment, it grows obvious just how interested in this he's becoming. ]

You're doing well, Thor. I'm pleased. Keep going.

[Loki's approval makes him shiver. Maybe he's getting more into character than he thought -- hearing those words only makes him want to be better, to do whatever he can to earn more praise. This is a dangerous precedent. For Thor, anyway; Loki probably loves it.

Finally, he gets the trousers down low enough that they mostly slip the rest of the way on their own. If Loki expects Thor to maneuver them out from around his ankles, that'll be a whole different trick, but for the moment he focuses on the last layer, that sexy black low-rise underwear that Thor still thinks is secretly at least the tiniest bit slutty even if Loki doesn't want to admit it. He can already see the clear outline of Loki's hardening cock beneath the fabric, and he takes a moment to mouth against it with a low moan, and that moment nearly becomes several before he remembers that he still has an important job to do.

It's harder to get his teeth into their elastic waistband, but fortunately he has a very dexterous tongue. The second he manages to get a good grip on it, he takes full advantage of the stretching and yanks the waistband out, and straight down. Oh, yes. Now that is more like it.]

[ It's true. He does love it. And he knows how well Thor responds to praise.

No, he doesn't expect that--what he's done so far is good enough and Loki will finish the rest. ...In a moment. He's waiting to see how Thor handles the next part. Which he doesn't have long to wait. A jolt of heat shocks through his body and pools there right between his legs. Thor's mouth on him feels good and he gives a soft sound of pleasure, of encouragement. In fact, he almost doesn't want him to stop yet.

But, something better will be forthcoming, he knows. By the time Thor gets the waistband in his mouth, Loki's eyes are darkened with desire and his cock is completely hard. God he just wants Thor's mouth on him. Loki waits until he's righted himself again before placing a hand on Thor's shoulder to step out of his clothes and kick them to the side. His fingers thread in Thor's hair and there's a bit of a smile on his lips. ]

Now, then, pet... [ Loki settles his hand on the back of Thor's head. ] Suck my cock.

[His words come out a little more enthusiastic than he'd intended to show.] Yes, master. [Ah, what the fuck, he's always happy to have his mouth on Loki's cock.

He's not sure if he's allowed to use his hands or not, and even though he really does want to wrap his fingers around that swollen length just to see how good and hard it really feels, he can hold off for now. It's more important that he tastes, and without hesitation he runs his tongue from base to tip and draws the head into his mouth in one continuous motion. He sucks for a moment, without taking it deeper, before letting go and returning to the worshipful nuzzling that he'd been previewing already. His eyes flick upward to meet Loki's once again as he runs his tongue up and down Loki's cock, leaving a few soft kisses, and then wrapping his lips around it all over again.]

[ It only works in Thor's favor to be so enthusiastic. In fact, it does nothing more than please Loki to hear it and then to feel it a moment later. He had expressly told Thor not to use his hands just to see what he would do and it pleases him even more that he doesn't move them.

For those reasons, Loki's touch is kept light, almost gentle. He strokes his hand over the back of Thor's head and further down the side of his face. The moan he gives is to encourage, except he knows the pitch changes when he feels the hollowing of Thor's cheeks beneath his fingers. That turns him on more than it rightfully should.

Moving his hand up--it's dangerous to keep feeling that--he pushes the hair out of Thor's face. Loki can feel the heat and desire burning his his eyes as he looks down at him; there so perfectly knelt before him. ] That's good, Thor. [ Just simple words of encouragement to keep things headed in the right direction. ] You may use your hands now.

[Okay, this is ridiculously hot, to a degree that he hadn't really expected. Loki's gentle touch is sending powerful electric tingles down through him, making him shiver and want more, making him suck harder, and then he gets the permission he'd been waiting for.

With a low rumble of gratitude, Thor's hands immediately dig into the backs of Loki's thighs, and he uses that as leverage to swallow Loki's cock until he has to work the back of his throat around the head of it. It's careful, and his eyes fall shut unthinkingly, and he moans only once but makes it a good one. He simply holds Loki engulfed in the heat of his mouth for several moments before drawing back again, tracing the tip with his tongue and wrapping his hand around the rest to stroke.

This has to be good. He's spent all this time learning what Loki likes and learning how to give it to him, and he intends to really show that off this time. Like a good pet.]

[ It's all Loki can do to keep standing upright when Thor takes him all the way in. Both hands fall to Thor's shoulders to keep him steady and his fingers dig in hard when that moan vibrates around his cock. Almost immediate he moans--lips pressed tightly together to not let it out fully--in return and his back curves, arching over him.

But then his lips part with a gasp, a murmured curse. ] Yes, Thor. [ To his credit, his voice sounds mostly even but the edges are colored in cracked pleasure. Trusting that he has better control to remain upright by himself, one hand shifts back to Thor's head and his fingers once again thread through his hair. Ready at a moments notice to tangle in there and pull. ]

Faster.

[His obedience is starting to become practically automatic; maybe it's just because Loki is telling him to do what he already wants to do, but if not, he'll have to be careful.

Later, he'll have to be careful.

Right now he immediately takes Loki's cock into his mouth again and slides his tongue back and forth along the length of it, bobbing his head as he sucks harder and then soft, his cheeks hollowing again and his eyes lifting once more up to watch Loki's face. There is molten lust in his gaze now, the blue gone bright and hot, and his hands move to stroke Loki's thighs, his hips, his ass, digging his fingers in.

His own cock jolts with unsatisfied need every time Loki makes a sound or touches him or... breathes, really, it doesn't take much. But his hands stay on Loki's body, never dropping to give himself the slightest bit of friction.]

[ They should have already been careful, but they're not. Have they ever been? If Loki stops to think about it--really think on it--it would be no. Within mere hours of meeting one another they were naked and writhing together on the floor of Tetanus Central, USA. There is no room for caution between them, it seems. Not really, not fully.

And that isn't such a bad thing.

When Thor's eyes lift, Loki's gaze is there to meet him. He's barely let his gaze slip from Thor since this started. It thrills him to watch his cock disappear into Thor's mouth. He wets his lips now as he watches him and he begins to feel that tingle sneaking up his spine. Slow and easy he rolls his hips, fitting himself into a rhythm with Thor but won't overtake him--that's not what he's about right now, but he can't help moving. It's almost automatic.

His moves again to gently stroke Thor's cheek, there's a lascivious curve to his lips and the look in his eyes is hazy and filled with desire and something unreadable. When he speaks, his voice is barely above a whisper. ] Do you know how good you would look with my come on your face?

[Thor makes a sound like a snort, and the corners of his lips twist up into as much of a smirk as he can manage with Loki's cock still moving back and forth between them. He only briefly considers pulling back long enough to answer, but decides against it, because he doesn't want to stop now and ruin the rhythm they've got when it's this good.

Instead, he arches an eyebrow, and squeezes his fingers more firmly into Loki's ass, rolling his hips forward encouragingly. If that's what he wants, well, he is the boss tonight. Thor wouldn't have put the collar on in the first place if he wasn't willing to take some sexy degradation tonight. He moans deeply around Loki's cock and sucks a little harder, doing obscene things with his tongue.]

[ He's almost disappointed that Thor didn't answer. Even though the statement made is something he thinks to be true, he was interested in knowing what Thor would have said back. But he feels the smirk more than he sees it and that's good enough. For now.

Both hands slide into Thor's hair and he grips it a bit tight. The feeling of his tongue sends him teetering along a precarious edge. Loki can feel himself just wanting to fuck Thor's mouth relentlessly until he finally gets that release. But, he doesn't...he just treads that careful line. He doesn't want to push Thor too hard just yet.

Loki's head tips back with a long moan and he keeps moving his hips. ] I'm close Thor. Make me come.

[Thor's response is an encouraging groan, but he still doesn't pull back to speak. This is his priority over everything else, goddamnit, to get Loki off with his mouth and prove that he can play this game -- not that sucking Loki's cock has ever especially been a hardship.

He continues to grip Loki's ass in his broad palms, and his fingertips just tease very slightly against Loki's tight entrance, not pressing in, just nudging to give him that little extra shock of pleasure. And he moans again, loud and long and utterly shameless, letting Loki move as much or as little as he wants, because he can make up the difference. His tongue strums against the underside of Loki's cock like he's plucking the strings of an instrument.

The second he feels Loki start to come, he's going to pull back. If Loki thinks he'd look good with come on his face... well, why not find out?]

[ It's Thor's finger coupled with that long moan that officially send him over the edge. He feels it snap at the base of his spine and fire upward and outward to envelope his entire body in a divine heat. As much as he wants to thrust hard into Thor's mouth and force him to swallow everything, he does pull back.

Well, as much as he can, anyway. The momentum has his knees slightly weak, Loki can feel his muscles trembling to keep himself upright. But he must see this through until the very end since Thor is so graciously allowing him to do as such. He shifts a hand to his cock and strokes himself through until completion, coating Thor's face with his come. Not all of it, but enough to please him.

It's a picture he couldn't even have ever imagined. Or, well, he could (and has) but he hadn't particularly been prepared for the vision it makes. If he hadn't just come he certainly would be now. It's a perfectly degrading picture of ownership and Loki moans at the sight. He sinks to his knees, unable to hold himself up any longer. For a moment or two, he's silent and just looks at Thor--gaze slightly dazed and still filled with pleasure and wanting.

He runs a hand up Thor's stomach and chest as he leans in close. There's no kiss given, but he speaks against Thor's lips and the smile is evident in his voice. ] Mm, I was right... [ Not that he expected otherwise, of course. His trajectory shifts to the side, his tongue flicking out and licking Thor's cheek clean. ] You look perfectly debauched. [ He does the same to his chin and moves to the other cheek. As he does so, he reaches up and unclips the leash, letting it fall to the floor, but still keeps the collar there. ] I'm quite pleased with you, Thor.

[ Loki swipes the last bit of come off with his finger as he pulls back again, pressing his finger to Thor's mouth in a wordless command to lick it clean. ] How would you like to have me? Make your request while I am feeling delightfully generous.

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