Captivity Meme, anyone?

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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 (or pick your favorite). The second character is holding the first character captive now.
3. ???
4. Profit!



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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[curryjolokia]

The futile way Joe's struggling against his body is driving Basco mad with pleasure. It's almost like Joe's intentionally lunging back and forth within the cage of Basco's hold-bones to mimic the unwilling victims for which his species evolved such shackles.

Joe can't possibly know how Basco's hindbrain is hardwired; can't possibly realize that the way he's whining then mewling into the breath that Basco swallows hungrily is turning all sorts of hormonal dials and knobs within Basco's psyche.

Joe wants pressure, and he's crushed by it; he hurts and shoves himself further onto the knife; he begs and demands to be acknowledged in the same motion. It's like Joe was created to drive Basco insane.

Marvey is a perfect prey animal to the animal hindbrain buried under Basco's flippery and taunting smiles; he'll hate every second that Basco has hold of him, and fight til his last drop of blood has been spent. But he'll never like it; not even an inch of him would ever enjoy Basco's monstrousness, nor be expected to. And he'll never let Basco catch him; Basco knows that Marvelous would rather put a bullet through his skull than bow to anyone, much less his enemy of so much history and broken trust.

But Joe. Joe will do all these things and more; he'll fight Basco and then suddenly reach for him. He'll hate Basco, then himself; he'll love the pain, and ask for more without shame. He's an appealing but confusing prey to Basco's kaijin side; to his humanlike side, Joe is even more duplicitously tempting.

Basco's vision is hazy and red, eyes slitted open to watch the furrowing down and desperate arches of Joe's expression as Basco thoroughly tongues his mouth, til the boy can barely breathe from it, and then beyond that point until he can't.

Basco need do nothing; Joe can struggle (or beg) all he wants, but the hold-bones won't let go until they're both utterly spent, and Basco's sex is so glutted with Joe's blood - and, eventually, come - that it can hold no more, seeping their mess down Joe's legs through every tiny opening in Basco's pressed-tight seal. And when it's done - when he finally opens, and unties from his victim, Joe will be, just as promised, ruined with the release of their coupling all over him. He'll be scent-marked with Basco's bitter sex for weeks.

No, he's NEVER letting this one go.

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Joe's lost, completely devoured by a barrage of sensations and emotions and promises and lies, and all he wants he can feel building low in his stomach, tensing and relaxing and he's lying right on the precipice, and he realizes suddenly that he's holding himself back, hurling himself away from his inevitable climax, and for what?

Because he doesn't love Basco. Is that all it is? It's true enough, he's not sure if love is something he could ever attach to Basco, regardless of which face he wears, or how much his strange and intricate kaijin mating ritual, if that's even what this is, is somehow tailor made to Joe's every wish and dark dirty fantasy. Even worse, he's not sure if Basco himself is even capable of love in a human sense, and whether that makes this more or less a strange and frightening prospect.

No, this isn't love. It's just fucking. The problem is that Joe's never consciously known the pair of acts to be mutually exclusive. Indeed, he's used to needing love to come before the sex act. And yet here he is, struggling with himself, cursing weakly into Basco's mouth as his head starts to spin, only he's too far gone to realize that Basco's keeping him from breathing, that the static at the back of his mind is from lack of oxygen.

If he's ever going to want this again, and he thinks despite everything that maybe he does, he's going to have to give up on his pathetic clutch to something so flighty as love. So what? He hasn't loved since Sid anyway.

He clings as best he can, rolling against Basco as he gives himself in to his most basic instincts, his basest desires. And as he lets go, he arches against Basco, he screams into Basco's mouth even as his mind floods with white fog. He's gone, over the edge, and he doesn't regret it for a second. If he never wakes up, he thinks he'll have died happy.