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you turn my ocean deepest blue ([personal profile] interjection) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2016-06-30 10:25 am

Get territorial

the claiming meme

Have you ever wanted to make sure everyone knew what was yours, so they'd keep their hands off? Well, if you haven't before, you're feeling that now, and those emotions are not towards a possession. They're towards a person you want to claim, no matter if your personality is territorial or not. Or maybe you're the one wanting to be claimed. Either way, this will end in sex that's either public, running a high risk of discovery and publicity, or that leaves marks

There are as many reasons why this desire has cropped up as the imagination allows: frustration, sexual tension, disbelief of others that you're a couple, anger at others trying to steal what's yours, punishment or to remind someone they're yours, a personality-altering gas, hormones, heat, a mutual kink, for fun, for showing the world how much you love them, or even in order to save them and show some despots that this person is taken because better you than anyone else. How serious the "claiming" instinct also depends on entirely upon what you really want.

Remember, wanting something to be your own isn't bad.

how to play
  • Comment with your character, info, what position you'd like to play, and preferences (IE, het, only consensual sex, prefer x scenario, lots of grabbing or hickies, etc).
  • Reply to others.
  • There are no proper prompts because that would be limiting, but feel free to use some of the scenarios mentioned up there.
aheroliveshere: (get out of my way)

this is all your fault.

[personal profile] aheroliveshere 2016-06-30 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
She's waiting for him when he comes in.

It's four o'clock in the morning and he's been out all night patrolling the rooftops and alleyways, rescuing the innocent, working out his aggression issues in less than legal venues. She knows this because she's been tracking him for the last few weeks. After the Castle case almost fell apart because he couldn't get his shit together, she had to find out what was going on with him.

For some reason, finding out he was the Devil of Hell's Kitchen? Wasn't that much of a surprise. She's beyond livid that he felt like he couldn't share that with her. After all they'd been through together. Hell, even if she wasn't in love with him, they were friends god damn it.

So she was sat on his bed, knees clutched to her chest, chin on her arms. Waiting for him to come home.
perseaamericanaatlaw: (disguised;)

you love it

[personal profile] perseaamericanaatlaw 2016-06-30 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
He knows she's there as soon as he arrives on the rooftop of his apartment building. Telling her about this was never supposed to factor into his plans for the future, and although their one perfect night would stay as it was, almost untarnished no thanks to Elektra, he'd just figured that nothing more would come of it.

Karen deserved better, and a lot had happened. Between the chaos and the fighting and Frank's case, he'd had a whole host of things on his plate.

All Matt know is that he can't stay here on the roof forever. Quietly, he lets himself into the apartment through the kitchen window, catching a mug as he knocks it, but missing the spoon he'd set inside so it clatters to the floor. How he'll explain why daredevil was in his kitchen, he has no idea, but at least he was wearing the mask still. Gingerly, he sets the mug down, waiting. Waiting. None of his clothes are out here, he'd left them with Elektra and now it put him in a very awkward position.

Wordlessly, he moves toward the bedroom, standing just in the doorway so she can see him there.
aheroliveshere: (the truth will out)

hell yeah.

[personal profile] aheroliveshere 2016-06-30 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey," she says, lowering her feet to the floor. A breath of relief washed over her, knowing he was home and safe. The anger still simmered beneath, but it's Matt. After everything else is said and done, it's Matt.

She crosses the floor to him. Fearless. Chin held high, blue eyes wide, studying him.

"Nice suit."
perseaamericanaatlaw: (disguised;)

[personal profile] perseaamericanaatlaw 2016-07-01 11:43 am (UTC)(link)
He knows that tone of voice. Karen knows. Her heart rate hasn't shifted in the time that he'd made himself known to her, which can only mean one thing. This is not a shock.

Tonight's work had gone better than what was quickly becoming the 'norm'. With the biggest threats to Hell's Kitchen out of the way, he was back to his petty crime fighting, and glad that none of the blood on him was his own.

This however, freezes him to the spot. He'd intended to come clean to Karen, really. Just not yet, and certainly not like this. Or, maybe. Showing her the suit would work just as well as using the words.

"I can't take credit for it."
aheroliveshere: (sorrow)

[personal profile] aheroliveshere 2016-07-01 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, of course not. Probably a gift from -- someone."

Her mouth is dry, and all the words she'd wanted to hurl at him crowding up until it feels like there's a hand clenched around her throat.

Before she's even aware of her own actions, she's shoving him, hard in the chest.

"How's it working for you?"
perseaamericanaatlaw: (the devil;)

[personal profile] perseaamericanaatlaw 2016-07-01 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)

In his defence, he says her name before she makes her feelings known, and although he hadn't really seen it coming, he catches himself after the shove so that he doesn't topple to the floor.

"Not great."

He gestures with both hands to indicate the current situation. She knows what kind of mess he gets into, she'd seen it first hand.
aheroliveshere: (get out of my way)

[personal profile] aheroliveshere 2016-07-01 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, she'd been up close to it. How many times had the Devil saved her life? So many, she's lost count. She shoves him again, tears of rage stinging behind her eyes.

"One perfect night. And you couldn't even tell me. What kind of fucking fairytale are you walking around in, hmm? Who the fuck do you think you are?"
perseaamericanaatlaw: (hear it out;)

[personal profile] perseaamericanaatlaw 2016-07-01 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
This time, he's ready for the press of her hands, but it doesn't stop him from letting her shove - he deserves it. He deserves to have to come to terms with how broken his promises have been, how empty that night must feel for her now.

If only she knew where he'd been after that.

"Karen, stop." He isn't forceful about the way he reaches for her arms, fingertips sliding along by her elbow to try and stop her.
aheroliveshere: (angry sad)

[personal profile] aheroliveshere 2016-07-01 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
She snarls at him, shoves him again. "You don't get to tell me what to do, Matt Murdock. You don't get to tell me to stay safe or to forget. You don't get to do any of that, not after what you put me through."

She thought it was something she'd said or did. She thought -- somehow she'd managed to screw up that perfect kiss in the rain. It didn't feel like that when he left. It felt like there was so much more to come and that he thought she was worth putting in the time and the work.

"Why? Just tell me why!?"
perseaamericanaatlaw: (listening;)

[personal profile] perseaamericanaatlaw 2016-07-01 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)

He just stops, lips pressing together and listening, feeling the weight of each shove. His hands don't tighten, don't grip, he won't push her away.

"I didn't want to-- put you at risk."
aheroliveshere: (you don't honestly think)

[personal profile] aheroliveshere 2016-07-01 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"You didn't want..." The air goes out of her lungs in a hot rush, like a gut punch. Or closer to a sob. Her hands fix oh his biceps, knuckles white.

"So where the fuck were you when Wesley drugged and kidnapped me? Where were you then? Huh?"
perseaamericanaatlaw: (listening;)

[personal profile] perseaamericanaatlaw 2016-07-01 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
At least she's not thrashing against him anymore. He gently lets her arms go, dropping them down against his sides instead.

"If I'd known." He takes a huge breath, reaching out again, hesitating at the side of her face. "I wanted to protect you. I thought for as long as you didn't know who I was, you'd be safe, Karen."
aheroliveshere: (considering)

[personal profile] aheroliveshere 2016-07-01 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, that's not how it works. That's not how -- any of this works."

There's a tremor in her voice, now. She closes her eyes and leans into that touch.

"I'm not safe now. And I wasn't safe before. And that's my choice."
perseaamericanaatlaw: (listening;)

[personal profile] perseaamericanaatlaw 2016-07-01 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Matt takes the shift of her head as permission, which is why he presses his fingers against her cheek, fingertips slipping into her hair.

"I'm sorry." He doesn't know how many times he'll have to say it before either one of them believe it. He is sorry though - for something he'd done without ever meaning to do it.
aheroliveshere: (it doesn't add up)

[personal profile] aheroliveshere 2016-07-01 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"Stop saying that."

She pushes him away again, turning back to the bedroom, needing to put some distance between them.

"I just want you to know, I'm not some some some fragile little girl you have to protect from the monsters under the bed. I don't -- I haven't..." She sucks in a breath and lets it out in a stuttering sigh, trying to bite back the tears that are threatening. This was a stupid idea, coming here. She doesn't know what she was expecting.
perseaamericanaatlaw: (what?;)

[personal profile] perseaamericanaatlaw 2016-07-01 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Right. Okay."

His hands go up either side of his head, a surrender of sorts - and he waits, as she moves. He'll always try to listen to her, and he knows she's right - but the stakes had been so high, Elektra had proven that much to him, and so much more.

He's silent as he follows, reaching up for the mask - pulling it off and letting it drop on the end of his bed.

aheroliveshere: (considering)

[personal profile] aheroliveshere 2016-07-01 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
The moment he says her name, she whirls and grabs him.

And kisses him. Hard.

Her heart is pounding, her head is spinning, and all she wants to do is tell him, she didn't imagine this -- whatever it was between them. She didn't make it up. It was real, not some pipe dream you can put in a drawer and pull out on a rainy day. He reached out and touched her, standing in the rain. He kissed her. And that kiss changed everything.

He doesn't get to pretend like that never happened.
perseaamericanaatlaw: (what?;)

[personal profile] perseaamericanaatlaw 2016-07-01 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
There's shock on his face the minute he senses her turn, shoulders twitching - anticipating a hit, but when she chooses to kiss him instead, his hands shift up all the same.

It's different from the last time, harder - with far much energy, not that the last one had none - it was different. Perfect, actually.

He'll keep kissing her too, because this is the right choice. Karen. Funny, smart, beautiful. Seconds later his hands come to settle against her shoulders, palms pressed against her, squeezing, keeping her close.
aheroliveshere: (it's not fair)

[personal profile] aheroliveshere 2016-07-01 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
She half expected him to push her away, physically. His touch makes her breath hitch, and her hands skate up to dive into his hair, taking a firm grip.

A moment later, her hands are frantic, searching over the front of his suit, trying to find a way in.

"Fuck," she mutters under her breath, frustration mounting. "You are not untouchable, no." Something tears. Maybe velcro. Hopefully, velcro.
perseaamericanaatlaw: (rooftops;)

[personal profile] perseaamericanaatlaw 2016-07-01 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
This is dangerous, and he knows that he should stop this before it turns into something, something they can't stop and that's already happened, apparently.

As her hands shift into his hair, his own drop around her waist - pulling her in just in time to hear her hurried muttering, and he breaks into a soft laugh, shaking his head as he takes a step back, head ducking, hand reaching for the velcro against his side that she'd pulled open.

aheroliveshere: (get out of my way)

[personal profile] aheroliveshere 2016-07-02 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
"You want me to stop?" She doesn't stop. She grabs his wrists and spins them both, pushing him back onto the bed.

"Should have thought about that before you let me walk you home. Should have thought about that before you saved my life."

The jacket's being ripped open, unceremoniously. His gloves and bracers are being unbuckled and tugged off, one by one. She's not stopping. He wants violence? He wants danger? She can give him that.
perseaamericanaatlaw: (listening;)

[personal profile] perseaamericanaatlaw 2016-07-02 12:14 am (UTC)(link)

The words stop, mostly because Karen was being far more forceful with him than he'd ever anticipated that she would be. He'd like it - if he weren't so uncertain about this.

"Is this--" Both his hands twitch as she moves on him, soft laughter escaping him - at least until she starts on the rest of his body and he has to shake his head, reaching for her shoulders first, hands sliding down her arms until he can hold onto her wrists.

"Don't-- not like this."
aheroliveshere: (looking down)

[personal profile] aheroliveshere 2016-07-02 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm done waiting for you to figure out I'm not perfect. I'm done waiting for you to realize, this is bigger than you."

Her hands clench into fists and her chin falls to her chest.

"If it's not like this," she says, her voice barely more than a breath, "then how?"
perseaamericanaatlaw: (Default)

[personal profile] perseaamericanaatlaw 2016-07-02 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
Karen was doing a very good job of baring her soul to him. He wants to argue, make the point that he knew - she was perfect, but the rest of the words, her desires are true. He knows, and had known that this was bigger than him, and maybe this is the point. The two of them together is more than just Matthew Murdock.

Wordlessly, he reaches up to cup her face, tipping her head forward away from her chest so he could ease her toward him, leaning up into the space between them to kiss her, slow and careful.
aheroliveshere: (moon to his sun)

[personal profile] aheroliveshere 2016-07-02 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
Her eyes flutter closed, tears spilling down her cheeks, and her breath hitches in her chest. This is the kiss she wanted in the beginning.

Her trembling hands cover his and she lets him kiss her. Breathes his breath.

"I don't want to lose you," she breathes.

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