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bakerstreet2016-07-05 08:33 pm
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Dominating, possessive
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In nature, animals can be territorial. This makes sense; it's a cutthroat world, and you have to keep what's yours just to survive. They keep a close watch on lands, food supplies, and even sometimes mates. Pet owners can tell you that this instinct doesn't just go away - try getting that chew toy from your poodle. But what about people? Aren't we just animals, too? But for us, possessiveness is not a good social trait to have. That's understandable. Nobody likes someone so hung up on owning things. Especially not owning their lovers, since you can't simply have another person like that.
Yet even the most benign, most monkish of souls have possessive streaks at some moments when it comes to the person they're sleeping with. It's only natural. Usually, it comes from jealousy. You like having what's yours (even if it's a cruel way to think about things, that's the reptile brain peeking through), and you'd want it to stay that way. That means you want to show up the competition and remind the object of your desires that you're the apple of their eye. Of course, possessiveness doesn't always come from jealousy. Some people are just very, very...how do we say it...protective of them and theirs. How can they help that they want to show that in intimate ways?
In relationships, possessiveness throughout isn't healthy; still, a little bit of it can be actually arousing, especially in the bedroom. Today, the hotel is awakening that side of characters: the part that wants to screw their partner mercilessly to show them that they are the ones to touch them, to love them, to fuck them.
But my character isn't the possessive type, you say? Really? Really? As we've mentioned before, even the most kindhearted types feel it every once and a while. This meme never mentioned that it had to be a HUGE show of possession. It can even be a playful attempt in order to get their partner going or try a new kink in bed. Or, you could say the "influences" made them do it.
After all, there's plenty of prompts here to influence you.
HOW TO PLAY
- Comment with your character and preferences. You also may want to include if your character is more or less likely to be the possessive or jealous party, but please note that all characters have the potential to be that in this meme. Otherwise, you'd get a lot of passive pillow queen characters to be fawned over so be mindful of that.
- Reply to others!
PROMPTS
HOW
1. Induced Jealousy: Whether by taunting or misunderstanding, one partner is jealous and wants to make sure their lover knows that they're the worthy - and only - one.
2. Insecurity: There's no outside source here, only self-worth issues that cause a need for possession.
3. Pushed by the Other: "Man up!" "Show me you want me!" "Grow a pair!" You can only take so much.
4. Making up for Losses: You can't be together outside the bedroom, so you have to make up for it here and you want the bed to be your domain.
5. Rivalry: People of a certain age will remember a certain song about rivalries. The boy/girl is yours.
6. Necessity: You live in a society where you must show a certain amount of possessiveness over your lover.
7. Nature: Breeding and mating urges, oh my!
8. In the Mood: No particular reason, you woke up feeling like a lion in their terrain.
9. Hate You...but Don't Want Anyone Else to Have You: What it says on the tin.
10. Virginity: You want to claim what no one else has, and that will be you and you only.
11. Playfulness: All this is simply fun between the two of you.
12. Cruelty: You want to humiliate your partner by reminding them that you're the one in charge here.
13. WILDCARD.
HOW
1. Intense, desperate sex (not necessarily rough).
2. Rough sex.
3. Marking - either discreet or in places that could easily be seen.
4. Clothing (jewelry, lingerie, slutty clothing, and in some cases, collars and other trappings).
5. Reminding your partner that only you can bring them this much pleasure (overstimulation).
6. Public or semi-public sex.
7. Cheating, cuckholding, or netorare - essentially showing your lover that they may not be with you, but you're the one who gets them off.
8. Orgasm or pleasure denial.
9. Non-consensual.
10. Making them say who they belong to / dirty talk.
11. WILDCARD.
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But it happens. Sometimes, circumstances throw them together against a common enemy. And then the rush of adrenaline and the exultation of victory leads men to make decisions they question later. Leads them to make promises to themselves that they end up breaking. ]
Don't need you here, Barnes. [ But his help means that for once, Matt isn't nursing bruised or broken ribs, isn't bleeding underneath his suit. Doesn't need to focus his excess energy on getting home without doing himself further injury. So instead he paces the rooftop, hands flexing into fists. It isn't that late, he should check in with Foggy maybe, call Karen... ]
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He meets Matt when some guys make the mistake of trying to mug him. Weird thing is, at first Bucky comes out looking like he's the mugger because he's in the middle of beating the crap out of one of them when "Daredevil" swoops in. Daredevil's trained and trained well. He takes what he gets and dishes it back out and for the first time since Bucky fought Steve, he's actually impressed. For that time he almost dislocates Daredevil's shoulder, the guy retaliates by almost breaking his nose. It's a violent, physical language that Bucky finds himself familiar with, finds it weirdly comforting even though his John Doe cover doesn't last long. It's a cat and mouse game and it's a few weeks of snooping around, staying in Hell's Kitchen longer than he plans and scoping Daredevil's haunts, his patrol routine, before he has a name.
Gotta admit, he didn't see the blind lawyer thing coming. ]
Really? Because it looked like you did. [ Bucky hasn't blown Matt's cover. What he does know is the lawyer is someone HYDRA would've been very interested in recruiting or "acquiring" (kidnapping) if he had been on their radar. Skills like his? They'd be stupid not to chomp at the bit. If you ask him, Matt isn't in the clear yet because some of HYDRA is out there and if it isn't them, it's one of the other organizations.
Bucky watches Matt pace in his outfit, the red uniform scuffed and creaking as he balls his fists. For whatever reason, tonight he's tired of watching him pace - Bucky suddenly reaches out, grabbing his wrist and stopping him before he can pace a hole in the roof ] Will you cut that out?
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But that isn't how it happens, and maybe his occasional assistance would be better received if Matt could figure out his agenda.
He acts on instinct the moment fingers close around his wrist, throwing a punch that he pulls at the last second when his rational mind catches, despite his knowledge that the man will block the blow before it lands. He isn't looking to start a fight, not really. ]
What do you want? Why do you keep showing up?
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[There's that. And there's attracting even more attention, the wrong attention, and Bucky knows he's already going against HYDRA protocol by making this personal. "Fraternizing" with a possible asset. It's a struggle not to fall back into the imprinting, the way he'd looked at civilians and those with promise. Matt's more than just his skill set, he reminds himself, makes it a mantra.
Bucky jerks at the almost-punch, has to work to make sure he doesn't immediately retaliate to remove the threat permanently, his hand squeezing too tight against Matt's wrist enough that he'll have bruised circle by tomorrow]
Maybe I don't want that. [Bucky isn't sure exactly what he wants. Mostly that's a work in progress but he knows he likes Matt as much as he can like anyone these days.]
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[ Foggy and Claire? Yeah, Matt can understand why they'd worry, try to convince him to stop or at least slow down. They don't understand that he can't. He can no more ignore the evil burrowing into Hell's Kitchen than he can the constant flow of sensory input that came with the loss of his sight.
Somehow, he'd expected Bucky to get that. He hadn't expected the soldier to try and...what? Protect him from himself?
Matt frowns underneath the mask, shaking his head slightly to clear his thoughts. They aren't friends. He doesn't understand. ]
Why does it matter to you? [ His tone is less aggressive than a moment ago. And despite the pain, he doesn't attempt to free his wrist. ]
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Because...
[He trails off again, searching for the words, and for a moment he looks lost instead of his usual quiet intensity]
Because you're actually...decent. [Bucky actually sounds surprised. He actually likes someone not just for what he does but who he is, and it isn't colored by how useful he is to HYDRA's cause. It's emphasized by the fact that suddenly he notices how lean Matt is underneath the suit, wishes he could see his eyes even though he knows they can't stare back. His grip loosens enough that he isn't bruising, the damage already done.] You ease up tonight, maybe I can teach you a thing or two.
[He throws that in like he's trying to cover for his moment for weakness. He could train him, among other things, not because he was ordered to but because he wants to]
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The relaxed grip would allow him to pull away, but he doens't. Instead, he half-turns toward the other man, trying to get into his bubble, to gather enough clues to put together a picture that makes sense.
He realizes a lot of why he always feels so on edge around Bucky is that the man is such a cipher. Matt can never quite figure out what to expect from him. ]
Teach me? [ The furrow in his brow is hidden by the mask, but Matt's uncertainty is telegraphed clearly by the unconcious way he licks his bottom lip, opens his mouth without speaking. [ Teach me what?
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[Because at this rate, he will be. If it isn't some of the rings out there getting organized, it will be HYDRA - and at this point he'd be better off bleeding out in some back alley gutter because HYDRA would do their damnedest to recruit a valuable asset like Matt.
The guy's mask gives the illusion they're looking at each other but he knows that his eyes are unfocused underneath the lens. They're purely cosmetic. Bucky's eyes drop down to the little flicker of movement of Matt's tongue as he wets his lips. They're full, ringed with a permanent five o'clock shadow. Today it isn't smudged with blood from where he took an elbow to the face.]
Think of it like getting a leg up.
[He experiments, tugs Matt closer by his armored wrist so he's very much in his personal space]
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[ It's a meaningless protest, more an act of pride than anything else. Stick taught him to fight from a place where he can assume he has the advantage, that he's quicker and more alert and attuned to things that his oppenents aren't. But he's already encountered a handful of exceptions; Bucky is probably the greatest of them. It's obvious his training has been vastly different, that he's experienced things Matt has to hope he never does. If nothing else, his encounters with Nobu proved that there are situations Matt is woefully unprepared to handle.
He nods once, an acknowledgment both that there are useful things he could and that he's interested in learning them. Before he can speak again, however, he finds himself being pulled closer, and with a quick intake of breath his wandering attention is jerked back to the other man. ]
Barnes... [ He's still alert, still wired on adrenaline, muscles taut and ready to move. But there's a questioning tone in his voice, a contrast to the aggressive tension of a few moments ago. And he still makes no attempt to remove his arm from Bucky's grip, or to widen the space between them. ]
Could you timeskip us forward a bit?
[Matt can hold his own better than most people off the street thanks to his training, the off-the-chart senses. Bucky isn't too sure just how far it extends but he knows about the heartbeat thing and it's annoying, that. All the other times they met, his was steady. Now it's speeding up, thudding in his chest as he pulls Matt close enough that they're almost chest to chest. He could school his face in a mask that Matt couldn't see - his heart rate, though, that's something even the Winter Soldier can't control and he suddenly feels naked in a way he can't explain]
I won't repeat myself.
[It's more than wanting to keep Matt safe. It takes Bucky a moment to realize that he doesn't want to share Matt with the assholes out there he wants to jump - he wants him to himself and the training thing is only a part of it. Maybe this is what attraction feels like. He wouldn't know, not after all the decades in and out of cryo, the conditioning stripping away anything that could serve as distractions. It's started coming back in fits, shreds of it, just enough that he's left confused and yet aching for something more. For human contact with someone he knows won't break if he looks at him wrong.
Matt fits that bill. That and he's convinced that he's good people, probably one of the best he's run into since Project Insight. Probably too good for him but at this point, Bucky can't find it in himself to care ]
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Bucky was right, this is a style of fighting unlike anything Stick ever taught. Iit's exhilerating, learning to hone his skills even further, growing more confident in his ability to leave a fight without being beaten black and blue himself every time.
And the soldier himself...he grows more intriguing every time they meet. He's as good a fighter as Elektra, as good as Stick, and although he doesn't have Matt's level of enhanced senses, he makes expert use of the advantages he does have. Fighting him is exciting; Matt imagines this must be how his father felt every time he stepped into the ring. Bucky doesn't pull his punches, he fights to win, and sometimes Matt leaves their sparring sessions disappointed that they had to end at all. ]
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Matt does start improving. The guy's a quick study, quick enough that he could see HYDRA really wanting Matt if they knew just how good he was. He would've been a hell of an assassin if they'd had a chance to groom him.
Maybe that's what drives Bucky over the edge. Seeing Matt improving, realizing that maybe they might not be equals, yet, but he could get there and he doesn't feel like the lawyer will break. It helps that he doesn't stare at him with that quiet judgment others would if they knew his face, knew that the leaked HYDRA files didn't even tickle all his assignments.
One day Bucky pins Matt to the ground with enough of a thud that he'll piss off the neighbors, arm across the throat enough that it'll bruise but he hasn't cut off his air supply. His knee wedges between his legs, nudging against the crotch of his shorts[]
I know you're not deaf too. What did I say about watching the feet? [Bucky wets his lips, feeling heat pooling in his groin as he stares down at Matt, his hair slicked with sweat into damp curls]
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And despite all of the bruises and sore muscles and utter exhaustion Bucky can drive him to, Matt loves it. He's in better form than he's ever been, he takes fewer hits when he's out getting into actual fights, and although he has an aggressive way of showing it, there's something about the way Bucky approaches the training that tells Matt he genuinely wants Matt to excel.
This isn't the first time Matt's left a sparring session in need of a cold shower. But the way that knee is snugged right up between his thighs doesn't give him much deniability. And the thing is, he can hear the subtle difference in Bucky's heartbeat. Matt isn't the only one affected by the workout.
He closes his eyes for a second, swallowing hard against the weight on his throat. ]
You said watch the feet.
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He peers down at Matt. With his hair pulling free from the rough ponytail he pulled it into, Bucky looks like a wild man and the best part is Matt can't see it. He knows about the arm - knew about it before he even opened his mouth the first time they met - but he can't see his face and he really likes that he doesn't have to school it into a mask around him. His knee shifts, wedging a fraction closer with a kind of pressure that's...different. Hungry, almost. As if this could turn into something else fast, given the right stimulus]
Yeah and you weren't watching them.
[Bucky leans in close, lifts enough weight from his arm so he doesn't strangle Matt but still resting enough on him that he can't just roll out. It's a position that he's been in before with trainees from HYDRA - he hadn't savored it then, had just gone through the motions, jumped when his handlers said jump.]
What happened to showing me your improvement?
[His knee rides up to prove his point, almost as if he's asking what're you gonna do about it, lawyer?]
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In my defense... [He lifts one hand and waves it toward his eyes.] Watching's not something I'm good at.
[It's an absolutely bullshit excuse, he's well aware Bucky doesn't mean it literally. But a smart remark helps him avoid acknowledging the building tension. Especially when that knee keeps pressing up into his crotch. It takes everything he has to keep from grinding down against it.]
Let me up, I'll get it right this time.
[Never mind that he's not pinned so thoroughly that he can't get free, he's down until Bucky decides otherwise. He's not going to do anything about it.]
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"Let you up". There won't be a next time out in the field.
[And Bucky's testing the waters again, trying to sort out how he feels, how he wants to approach whatever this thing - if it's even a thing - he has with a blind lawyer who moonlights as a vigilante in his spare time. It's a miracle Matt gets any sleep at all with his full schedule.
His grip adjusts so his cybernetic hand splays against Matt's heaving chest, the sensors in the plating picking up his body heat. If he applies full pressure, he could easily cave in the man's chest. Good thing they're on the same side. Bucky pushes down slightly - enough that it can't be too fun - as if he wants to see what Matt will do, how he'll react. If he knows what Bucky suspects he wants. ]
Do something about it. Make me let you up. Or...
[He presses down harder, enough to make it difficult to breathe]
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In the end, it isn't the pressure cutting off his breathing that makes the decision, but the slight protest of recently cracked and healed ribs. Even if Bucky doesn't kill him (and he's never quite a hundred percent sure that won't happen), he can put Matt out of commission for long enough that Foggy will panic and their practice will suffer. Besides, Matt has a proud history of denying himself things that have no benefit to others.
So at the point when he's really starting to feel the effects of a restricted airway, he moves, twisting his lower body to shove Bucky sideways and off balance. At the same time, he throws an elbow toward the man's head. The very second he feels the pressure on his chest give (if it does give, Matt's aware there's no guarantee his effort will even budge that weight holding him down), he'll twist out from under.
Or, he'll flail pitifully and prove that essentially, Bucky can do whatever he likes, and Matt will hope they never end up on opposite sides of an issue. ]
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That seems to jar something. Brings up old reactions, the old him, the new him and while he doesn't really make Matt bleed for that, he does react...unpredictably.
His head's still spinning even as he goes on auto-pilot, falling off Matt only to somehow flow back onto the guy, manhandling him with his silver arm under he's slammed against the couch and half sitting on him, chrome fingers around his throat. On a whim he crushes his mouth against Matt's and there's a second where he doesn't know what, if it's because it's spur of the moment or it's a distraction tactic to see how Matt will react if an opponent does something that isn't your stereotypical "whip knife out, try to stab guy in devil suit" tactic.
There's nothing fancy about the kiss. It is what it is, except Bucky doesn't know where he's going with it.
He's been kissed, obviously - but he hasn't actually kissed someone else of his own free will in literal decades, before Matt's dad had even been born. It's...rusty, no art, just impulse and his weight against the lawyer's thighs.]
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It isn't really fear that holds him there. It's definitely not fear that sends the blood rushing to his groin.
At first he isn't sure what to do with the mouth pressed hard to his, not sure even what to think about it. But fighting is always more about instinct than thought for Matt, and it's instinct that brings his hands to grip tight in Bucky's hair. Instinct that pushes him forward into the soldier's bulk and parts his lips. ]
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Then again, he isn't too sure they're fighting anymore.
Matt doesn't just respond, he dives in there and takes him by surprise more than the hit to his gut. He seems to have more recent experience with kissing - Bucky might be the one with his hand still cold against the column of Matt's throat, but it's the lawyer who's leading the kiss. His grip tightens a fraction before he remembers this isn't HYDRA, this isn't proving a point to some trainee who thinks he'll be the one to magically get on the Winter Soldier's good side.
Distracted with Matt taking the lead, showing him how to kiss again, his hand loosens against his throat and slips down to his chest, still heaving from adrenaline. Maybe this is the part where he slides off Matt, maybe gives the guy some breathing space and yet - and yet he doesn't want to and so he doesn't, he keeps straddling Matt, his hair falling forward in a limp curtain.]
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He encourages Bucky with lips and tongue and the generous application of teeth, hard enough at one point to draw blood from his bottom lip. There are plenty of places Matt could go if he wanted affectionate and sweet. This isn't one of them.
That hand on his sternum is enough to effectively pin him in place, but he tests it anyway, pushing his body into it and then drawing away as much as he can with the solid bulk of the couch against his back. ]
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Blood welling against his mouth, reeking of its penny tang to Matt, Bucky runs his tongue over stained teeth, adjusting to a bottom lip that's still hurting.
It doesn't take much effort to shove more weight against Matt's chest. His fingers curl then, the fabric of his shirt balling.
It's in the way. With a low, wordless sound, Bucky does what he used to when he was out in the field - if there's an obstacle between him and a target, get it out of the way by any means necessary. The shirt tears as he uses a fraction of his strength to expose Matt's scar-dotted chest.
Bucky leans down. Most of this is is what others did to him in HYDRA that he finds himself using as guidelines. No idea how Matt's particular sensitivities will come into play. Guess I'll just have to find out, Bucky thinks, slightly dizzy with choices laid before him. He leans down, hand relaxing for a moment against Matt as his lips tease against the lines of his chest, tongue sweeping out to drag a warm, glistening trail down his sternum]
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That mouth on his chest calms the rest of his fears, however, heart pounding now for another reason altogether. Hands still tangled in Bucky's hair, he doesn't bother to hold back a low groan, his fingers inadvertantly tightening in response. ]
Oh, Christ. [ Matt's head falls back against the couch, shivering at the warm drag of Bucky's tongue and the cooling air on wet skin. ]
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Not without his fingers directly there to trace a path. Can't see his eyes.
Maybe he prefers it like that.
Bucky tilts his head as he travels down, enjoying the feel of Matt's stomach moving, shifting, as he breathes. Guy still has his pants on but if Bucky wanted to, he could get those off just as easily as the shirt - but that's too easy and he figures Matt seems like he wants this. Part of showing him control is when to drag it out, make the other party sweat. Works in interrogations. Probably works here too
His mouth plays against the waistband of his pants, letting his breath warm his skin. His teeth catch at his waistband...but he doesn't just make things easy and jerk his pants around his thighs, suddenly seeming to remember restraint]
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Bucky isn't tall and brunette, he doesn't have blue eyes and a dimpled chin. He's power and quick fists, leather-scent and metal, the taste of blood and the sound of boots and a beating heart.
And now he's also heat and dominance and the smell of arousal and sweat. He's scraping teeth and ripped fabric and anticipation. And all Matt can think about is hot breath on his skin.
Matt's hands are still tangled in Bucky's hair, although he's nothing to try and impede his movement. Now, his fingers flex involuntarily before one hand drops to the soldier's shoulder, his palm skimming over unforgiving metal. ]
God, please don't tell me you're stopping there.
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