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One thing I don't share

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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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Back at the acid vat, he hadn't been entirely certain that he would dive in after her. There had been a long pause as he absorbed the sight of her having actually fallen willingly into it for him. A commitment he had yet to ever see from anyone who had followed him. This didn't necessarily mean he really liked Doctor Quinzel right off the bat. He had used her to get out of Arkham and her loyalty kept her around.

The Joker was certainly not a sex driven man so to have found a gorgeous woman to be by his side hadn't happened intentionally. He probably wouldn't have kept her around or on his arm if she didn't look the way she did naturally, and then mixed with her desire to be more like him. Then the sex began and she wanted it making him want it and start to crave it with her. It had been a slow evolution, but a natural one. He still didn't traditionally show affection like most men, but neither would complain about it.

That evening there had been business to attend to and he brought her with. The Joker had his moods and they shifted quickly; that much was obvious to anyone who spent more than 5 minutes around him. So at the end of their transaction, when he caught a whiff of one the mafia's goonies taking in the sight of his girl, his attention left the end of the conversation with the mobster. The man had been licking his lips, which brought the Joker to be right up in his face.

"Want a taste of that?" He nodded back towards where he knew Harley sat in her little number. "Hmm?" His eyebrows rose, humming as he spoke. "Maybe...just a lick?...just a teeny tiny taste?" A laugh cracked out and the man looked uncomfortable, seeing no one would intervene at this point. "If that's what you want...then you should just...take it."

Harley has had the time of her life. It's been different, freeing, and she sees the world in a much better light. Sure, the lights are multi-colored and flickering at times, but she's no longer restricted to Doctor Quinzel. She's Harley Quinn, the Queen of Crime in Gotham, with the Joker as her King.

And it's nice.

She's in a low-cut red number and knows she looks good enough to eat, her bi-colored hair falling around her shoulders.

She glances over at Mister J, the man he's talking to, and she can catch the gist of what's going on. She crooks her finger in a 'come-hither' motion to the goon, who gets up and starts to make his way towards her.

The Joker was watching this henchman who clearly didn't know better or he wouldn't have started towards Harley. Hell, even the mob boss saw what was happening and waved his men to grab the loot and leave.

"Yeah- yeah- give them some privacy-" he waved even his own men away. He was fully armed and insane so that meant he was dangerous even as he sat down on a chair that he flipped backwards to lean over the back of the seat, arms crossed and watching. Watching what the man would think he could do. What Harley did didn't matter. She was loyal and he knew it. But this asshole really thought he was good enough for her? This was all a cruel game and the Joker was grinning for a moment before he became very serious and intently watching the two.

"Oh yeah-" he growled, leaning forward now that there were less men around. "Give her what she wants-"

Harley was like a striking snake. She and the Joker had played these games before, testing men to see if they really thought they had what it took to take what they wanted.

They never did.

The man moved towards her in a lope, like a wolf, and she gave him a becoming smile. "Come get it, sugar."

When he got close enough, Harley leaned in and grinned. His hands went around her waist and pulled her close. She licked his cheek, then leaned in to purr in his ear.

"Bzzz. Not a winner. Sorry, toots." Her knee came up to collide hard with his balls, her teeth snapping out to bite his ear. She drew blood as he fell backwards, swearing and dropping to his ass, grabbing his groin. She grit her teeth and kicked his face, looking up with that feline smile, as if daring the other men to step forward.

They didn't make a move.

She clapped her hands together and then looked at Mister J, giving him a curtsy.

"Ooooh-" He frowned with a bit of a pout like he really gave a damn what came of this guy. "Guess she didn't like you." His eyes shifted back to Harley and noticed the beautiful look that adding a few drops of blood would do for her. Standing, the chair fell backwards and he tilted his head down at the man.

"A real shame-" He moved in on his woman then, a hand going to her perfect ass, spread fingers gripping it from under the skirt, causing it to ride up and expose her; a show for everyone to see. "She's real good to your cock...when she likes you." He pulled her in, his arm now around her waist so when she drew nearer, he could lick that tiny blood off her lips without kissing her. His intense eyes stayed on her mouth before flicking up to her eyes. A hand reaching over his chest to go for his holster, pulling the gun out of it.

He almost smiled before he turned and looked at him over his shoulder, the arm with the gun extending, "Only deadmen put their hands on what's not theirs..." They stood close enough to be splattered from the headshot, but neither would flinch.

Harley was amused. If the Joker really wanted someone to put his hands on her, she wouldn't argue. If Mister J thought it was a good idea, then it could be good fun. He really wasn't the type, though. He didn't like to share so much.

She tiptoes up into his hand as he grips her ass-cheek, not caring how much is showing to the men around. She grins after he licks the spare bit of blood from her lips and then her tongue chases after his.

Oh, that grin gets even wider right before the shot goes off and then she laughs.

"Bang."

The Joker enjoyed that she went along with whatever he wanted whenever he played with clueless men like this chump. He never minded if a man touched his girl- hell, there were moments when that was even a turn on to watch Harley play with someone like a cat with a mouse - because he knew how that would play out.

There was now blood splattered on both of them from the waist down, but neither seemed bothered. When her tongue chases his, he snaps his silver teeth at her, smiles, then leans in to kiss her. Some days he could really see how perfect she was for him.

"You know what I want...?" he tilted his head when he pulled away. "...with you..." He glanced around, seeing some of his men that lingered and the door to the car. He seemed to be pondering something.

Harley lost herself in the kiss with a little growl, then turned to look at the men lingering. She ran her fingers over Mister J's smooth suit, down to his hips, pulling him flush to her with a grin.

"I can guess..." And she could. Killing always made him want to fuck.

She certainly knew better than anyone what he wanted, especially with her body against him. "But where..." He knew she knew and moved onto other ideas. "Not here- no- no, the Bat will show...lets...let's find somewhere...romantic." He spread the fingers of a hand that waved out into the air, as if there were endless possibilities. Now what the Joker found romantic and what everyone else would, was drastically different.

"Come on-" he nodded towards the door where the two of them could get into the Lamborghini and he'd wave off the henchmen; they'd done their job and now it was time for a little privacy. He was the only one to drive that car and once inside, he'd speed off into Gotham.

"Take me somewhere nice," she says, her eyes flashing with the double entendre. It was easy to follow him, easy to get into that car and take the ride into the dark city. She whoops as they take turns at high speeds, as he zips between traffic.

"Let's go someplace expensive. Like...where would Wayne stay?" She grins. That rich windbag and his grip on the city...it was enough to make her mad. As if she wasn't already.

"Somewhere... nice-...hmmm- nice..." Money was no object to find someplace nice and expensive would be no trouble. He snarled at that billionaire's name. Many times had he gone after the man only to find that the Bat was quick to learn of his plans and foil them. He still couldn't figure out how, but it wouldn't surprise him at all if Wayne had the man on payroll.

"How about a big thick steak- hmm? Steak house at the top of the Empire building- mmm that fancy enough for ya, darling?"

Harley would have kicked her feet up onto the dashboard, hung them outside of the window. She was tempted to. "Oooh, yeah, Puddin'!" She laughed and reached over to turn on the radio, blaring the music loud.

Chaos upon chaos upon chaos. It was perfect.

Her energy charged him and the car sped up to a dangerous speed. Had they needed to go much further, they may have set off enough attention for the Bat to show up, but with enough turns, Mister J had them at the Empire building in no time.

The valet looked startled to see the pale man get out of the brightly colored car. "Scratch it-" he tossed the keys at the young man, a wide grin on his red lips to meet the large eyes. "And I scratch you." He paused for Harley to come around, his arm held out for her to hook onto it.

Harley stretched long legs, one a time, out of the purple Lamborghini and settled onto her heels, adjusting her dress with a wink to the valet. She came over and took Mr. J's arm, ruffling her hair.

"You take me to the nicest places." She sauntered with him towards the entrance. Time to see what Gotham's elite thought of their new dinner companions.

"I do-" and he liked to think that he did. Their lifestyle certainly never left either wanting for anything.

While they were dressed pretty sharp for the two of them, their drastic hair color and pale skin would have set them apart from everyone if not for the presence they brought into the room. Approaching the hostess rather casually, the Joker made eye contact with a nervous woman.

"Two, please." As if they were a normal couple having a normal dinner. "By the window...overlooking the water...yeah-" he turned his head and looked to Harley. That view would be safer- allowed for a drastic escape if need be, and less likely the Bat would interrupt.

The woman nodded, snatching two menus and gesturing for them to follow. He would walk proud with her on his arm, they would stare because they always stared, but this gorgeous woman was his and he liked to show it.

Anyone who watched the news might have an inkling of who they were. If any of Gotham's finest were here? They'd definitely know. Harley stroked her puddin's arm as they walked, nodding to him, knowing exactly what he was thinking.

She strutted through the restaurant like they owned the place, which they did. If they wanted to, that was. A waiter stumbled over to pull out Harley's seat, and she gave him a little kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you, sweetie." She settled in her seat, grinning at the Joker.

There was a high likelihood that they had stolen from every guest in the joint one way or another. Whether they knew it or not was irrelevant since not one had the balls to do a thing about it.

He hadn't been focusing on Harley until he saw her kiss the stumbling waiter. His grin faded and he was far more focused with an intense look that scared the man, causing him to back away as quickly as possible. The Joker sat in his own seat across from his woman and for a moment his head was turned to watch the waiter scurry away.

"Why do you do that to me, baby?" Turning his head back to her, he then tilted his head as he asked the question, hands folded as he propped his arms up on his elbows. He was serious when he asked this. "Hmm? Just got to make me- mmm- make me...feel..." Rather than complete the sentence with a word his upper lip snarled, showing his silver teeth briefly. He wasn't going to put it into words, but he felt something strong.

"Awww, Puddin'. He was just a kid. You know I like men." She simpered at him from across the table, her chin set on her hands. One long leg came up beneath the table, her heel tracing up the inside of his leg and thigh.

"Ain't no one ever gonna take your place, Mistah J."

He felt that leg and watched her across the table. "Mm, well...there were a lot of men at that prison..." Both Arkham and Belle Reve. One he was far more exposed to it than the other, but he knew how she spoke to men and acted around them. It had changed since he broke out of Arkham- that Doctor was all shy and quiet- and now she was a minx and he loved it so long as she stayed his.

His eyes remained on her. "I...went a long time without you...had me...itching for so so long..."

The toe of her heel nudged his inner thigh, her tongue sweeping over her lower lip. A lot of men, well. She didn't want to enjoy a lot of men. She had eyes only for him.

Tease them? Oh yeah, she teased them plenty.

"I am more than happy to scratch that itch, Mistah J." She leans forward against the table, grinning madly.

He watched her smiling, his mouth unwavering and serious as he contemplated jealousy. A moment that was then interrupted by a nervous waiter approaching with the dinner specials and asking if they wanted wine.

"Red- the Reddest!" He barely looked up at the man when he ordered, watching to see what Harley would do since they were on the subject of other men and his jealousy.

There was absolutely no question that Harley Quinn was devoted to the man who sat across from her. She was also, however, the creature he had created. That meant she was headstrong, prone to have fun, and do it at others' expense.

Like this poor waiter. Her hand "slipped" her silverware off of the table, a faux look of horror and apology on her face. "I''m so clumsy," she giggled. The waiter, who wrote down the wine order, bent down to pick it up and Harley grinned. "Good boy. You're so sweet, I could just eat you up."

The Joker was observing the monster he had fed and brought to life. That, however, didn't necessarily mean he was okay with some of the things she did with other men.

Watching this interaction with the waiter made his hand reach into his holster for his gun. He wasn't grinning when he pulled it out and without a word pointed it at the waiter as if he had been doing any of the flirting. The appearance of the gun made the waiter nearly stumble backwards as he panicked. The reaction at least brought a smirk on those red lips before the young man fled, leaving his notepad behind.

The reaction made him laugh, making shooting the man unnecessary. Looking back to Harley he still felt that strange twist in his stomach. Only she had ever made him feel that.

"Tell me...that you're only mine..."

Harley got excited as Mister J pulled out the gun, pointing it at the kid who'd been so gracious and helped her, all the while tracing her legs with his eyes. Could he help it? No. She was hot. She knew it. She watched the waiter flee, gave him a little wiggle of her fingers as goodbye, then faced the Joker.

"Oh baby. I am yours and only yours and ain't no man ever gonna get between that. Don't 'cha believe me?"

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One thing I don't share

Harley Quinn * DCEU

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