❝ᴍʏ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ, ᴍɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍɪɴᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ❞

[smutanon]

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❝ᴍʏ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ, ᴍɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍɪɴᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ❞

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.

Comments

Sarah Manning || Orphan Black || M/F

[cloneororiginal]

zen ( mystic messenger ) m/m

[overcritical]

Baze Malbus | Rogue One | OTA

[rebelbaze]

[ No non-con please. ]

Gabriel Reyes | Overwatch | m/m pref

[gabereyes]

[ would probably take to being the possessive one better than being possessed over (besides a few ppl) but either way: try him ]

Peter Maximoff | xmen | ota

[justfast]

orihime inoue | bleach | f/m

[halcyongirl]

[lasthungrywolf]

[Want a thing with them set sometime after their first time in the other thread? Probably driven by Tetsuo's insecurities and maybe some jealousy as well, although I'm definitely open to ideas or even reversing that; he wouldn't even imagine that she could possibly get jealous about him, so his attempts to not be all over her in public might seem like he's actually distracted from her, for example. Probably intense and/or semi-public (maybe even at her school) if Tetsuo instigates it, but if Orihime does it could include something like clothing, as well.]

[halcyongirl]

[ Ooh, yes! What about a little bit of both? Him trying to hide it/suppress it (maybe made worse by the fact that several of her closest friends are guys), and her feeling like he's distant/unhappy coupled with feeling bad for being jealous, and then things become really intense?]

[lasthungrywolf]

[Yes that definitely works for me because awkward cute shippy dorks gets me every time! You're welcome to start off especially if you want to have her deliberately trying to seduce him or get his attention sexually, somehow, or just let me know if you've got any setup ideas you want me to run with, and I can post a starter!]

[halcyongirl]

It had been a long day. Actually, the past week had been full of long days. There were finals to study for and take. If Orihime didn't achieve high grades, her aunt would stop supporting her, and she wasn't able to support herself on her own yet. Then there was training with her powers alongside the others, which was very important to her, as it actually made her feel useful. Training with Tatsuki, as her best friend wanted to make sure she was able to always defend herself physically. Her part time job at the bakery. The Handicrafts Club, which she belonged to alongside Uryu...she was thinking she might have to drop that, though she didn't want to.

And then there was Tetsuo, who made her so happy. They had met a while ago, and had gotten together a couple months ago. At first, things had been great. Exciting. Orihime looked forward to him picking her up from school, and spending time with him. It didn't matter what they did, as long as it was together. She had even given him her virginity.

And now they didn't talk as much. He acted distant much of the time, as if he'd rather be somewhere else. There were times where, though they lived together and slept in the same bed, she was back to being all alone. It made her sad. Even mad, sometimes. Made her wonder if he was tired of her.

That morning she told him not to pick her up; that she had some things to do, and wanted to walk home. Truthfully she had something she wanted to pick up without him knowing. All day in class her thoughts had wandered, going over her situation again and again.

It was a relief when she got out. Her first reaction was to look for Tetsuo's bike. Then she remembered her plan, adjusted her school bag, and began the walk toward a specific store before heading home.

[ ooc; I got a little carried away, and decided to cut this in half. If you need or want anything changed, let me know! Also, out of the list, I'm fine with anything other than 7 or 9. ]

[halfremembered]

( Hmmm, how would you feel about a thread where the two of them get together on New Year and Aether marking Orihime in some way to sort of set the precedent for the rest of the year? How he does it is up to you. We can stop on rough/possessive sex, or we can go with something as permanent as a piercing in an intimate spot. )

[halcyongirl]

[ That sounds good to me! Rough/possessive sex works, and whatever else you feel comfortable with or would like. ]

Kiyoshi, Teppei | Kuroko no Basuke

[enjoytheview]

[Either/or. If he's the possessive one, Cruelty, Hate You, Cheating and Non-Con probably can't be done while staying IC but otherwise OTA.]

jyn erso || rogue one || f/m

[made_of_stars]

[ooc: nothing non-con.]

usagi tsukino - 30~ years old milf version ( sailor moon ) f/m

[moonmama]

( OOC: 'kay, so, this might require a bit of explaining. This Usagi is a canon older version/canon AU from a side story in the Sailor Moon manga called Parallel Sailor Moon. In it, we see older versions of the characters, living their lives as mothers and wives. As such, this Usagi is in her late 20s to early/mid 30s and has been either romantically involved with or married to your character for a while now. It's up to you whether or not your character and she have had children.

She comes in two flavors, both of which can be either the jealous party or the one causing the jealousy.

The first one is pretty canon compliant: amorous Usagi all full of pure love-love-doki-etc. All vanilla sex acts (and loving, romantic kinks) are on the table: oral, anal, PIV, non-penetrative, titfucking, list goes on. I'll go with the flow towards whatever you'd prefer.

As for the second flavor, the scenario goes more that Usagi is secretly a huge slut, a fact your character has relished in and nurtured. For them, depravity is the most romantic thing in the world. I'm game for just about anything here: master/sub, daddy kink, pet play, further body modification, further sluttification, toys, denial, swinging, dirty talk, magic, exhibitionism, fucked silly, drugs, semen addiction, etc. My only hard nos involve no bathroom play and no killing her. This is supposed to be a couple in love, you know, no matter how twisted the love.

My preferences are for male characters from any medium as long as they are 18+. I really like 21+, but that's a harder bar to clear a lot of times so I won't be picky. )

Kei Tsukishima - Haikyuu!! - ota

[itsjustanaccount]

[Good for either role, just let me know if you have a preference. Not really for cheating or noncon. Character info in journal, willing to age up for comfort]

Adam Parrish / The Raven Cycle

[unaffluent]

Eugene Sledge | The Pacific

[dungarees]

Jamal Lyon | Empire | m/m

[heavythecrown]

Prokopenko | The Raven Cycle

[chortling]

Emily Woodrow | Preacher | f/m

[emilywoodrow]

Blake Belladonna | RWBY| OTA

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Re: Blake Belladonna | RWBY| OTA

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[Started for fordustyouare. Probable Vol. 4 spoilers.]

Blake wished she could shake the feeling that she had done something wrong. But that wasn't going to happen, because she knew that she had. Her parents were being so kind and so accepting of her. They were acting like none of it had happened. Like she had not screamed horrible things at them before she left. Like she hadn't come crawling back home only after making one of the worst mistakes of her life. It was because of these thoughts and the guilt still churning in her gut that she barely heard what Sun said as he chattered incessantly as he strolled alongside her. She stopped and pushed the remaining groceries into his arms.

"Hey, what's up?" he raised a brow.

"Just...go on ahead," she said. "I think I forgot to buy something at the market."

"No big," he replied. "We'll just drop this off and go back."

She felt annoyance trickle down her spine. She knew he was trying to help, but she had barely been alone since she had gotten back. She needed silence and to listen to her own inner thoughts for a while and that would not happen in the blond's presence.

"It'll only take a minute," she insisted. "Just....keep my mom company for a little while or something."

It sounded lame, but she'd feel better if Sun were there with them while she was out.

"And try not to annoy my Dad," she added, shooting him a look.

Sun kind of rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Okay....but Blake? And don't bite my head off - it's your company that they want. I don't know what happened, but I can tell that they love you."

She flushed. "That's - !"

"None of my business, I know," he sighed, but his smile didn't leave his face, but it seemed a little less bright. "Just don't stay away long. I know you can handle yourself and all, but I don't like that those creeps were on your doorstep."

"I promise," she said, firmly.

As he turned away she headed back towards the market square because that's where she said she would go. But when she got a distance away, she headed down a more secluded dirt path. She wasn't frightened to be alone here. This was her home. She headed down the paths and roads she had ran down for most of her childhood little imagining how many eyes Menagerie truly had.

Or that not all of them were benevolent.

[fordustyouare]

They had planned for him to be elsewhere in Menagerie tonight. There were more pressing duties, demands from their new allies, matters requiring his specific attention, and a whole litany of rhetoric about why he should not bother with her while they were here. One of the outrunners who'd joined their mission, newer to the inner circle than most, was bold enough to call her "barely a priority." A deserter, at which Adam had said nothing. A coward, at which he'd snorted a cold, mirthless agreement. Then the little dolt had called her something else, at which Adam had turned his head with a silence that drew the room still as night. He'd demanded to know what he meant. When he'd finally pried it from the man's frightened babbling - or at least, let him gasp it from the iron coil of Adam's hand on his throat - he'd taken Wilt and Blush and nothing else, and stalked away from the Fang's camp.

Plans change.

He found her, obviously, inevitably. He found her and he watched from a distance that his rage screamed at him to close, because just as he'd been told, she wasn't alone. He watched her move and speak, these things enraging on their own, but then the other one - the simian, joking and sauntering around her like he knew her, like he knew the first thing about her - said some cheap line and Blake turned red and a hundred memories of her blush rained on him like a hail of arrows, and Adam's fingers closed around Wilt's handle until his knuckles were white as the shattered moon in the sky.

Watching her set out alone, Adam found his attention turning to her simian...friend. Friend? Huntsman filth. He imagined doing to him what he'd done to that fool in camp before taking his leave. Or perhaps not. At least the fool would wake up, eventually. But Adam let him go. He could get creative with that one later. He'd waited for this long enough.

The forest drank him in as he followed her. Minutes passed. An hour. The night deepened and fell quiet around Blake as she wandered the paths and streets of her home, and Adam watched the wind comb her hair and ears - now bare, the black bow nowhere to be found - and his blood thundered in the pulse beneath his horns. The path before Blake trickled into a trail that was more grass than beaten earth, and then reopened into a long, lonely stone bridge over a brook so dark it barely held the moonlight.

When Blake came to take her first step onto the bridge, he was waiting.

His slow, heavy footsteps from the other side announced his approach, but otherwise, there was no grand entrance this time. No coming upon him in the midst of revolution, covered in glory and battle. This time, Wilt lay sheathed in Blush, loose at his side. But some things from that encounter months before, Adam did bring to greet her. Like then, he wore the same sharp, hostile parody of the smile he'd grown up giving her. Like then, his jaw was set in anger and his muscles tensed with barely restrained violence.

And like then, the sight of her wreathed his heart in smoke. He felt it in his voice.

"Welcome home, my love."

[fade_to_black]

Blake had been looking down at her feet as she walked aimlessly. There were a hundred scenarios going on in her head about what she would do and say when she finally got a moment of privacy with her father. The ways she could apologize. The words she wished she could take back. The millions upon millions of ways she had been wrong and he'd been right and how badly she just wished she had listened to him. Listened to both of them. She had messed up so badly. He had known from the beginning where High Leader Khan was taking them and Blake, stubborn and idealistic just hadn't wanted to see it. How could he just forgive her so easily? But from the first moment she had found the courage to meet his gaze, his eyes had been warm and only held compassion and love for his only daughter.

All this time they had just been waiting for her to come home. And she had been so horrible to them. She couldn't face him.

So it was buried under these anxieties that Blake had walked, never knowing what she was walking towards and not paying attention. And then her ears had perked. Her heart had stopped for a moment. And she didn't know why until he came into view. It was because she knew that heavy tread, had memorized by heart, followed behind it for what felt like half a lifetime.

"No..." the were the only words she were able to get out as dread settled over her body like an oppressive, suffocating, blanket.

Not for the fist time that night Blake cursed herself for a fool. She should never have come home. She should never have come near any normal,decent, civilized people. He always found her. She just did not think it would be so soon. This could not be happening. Not again.

Somehow, though she felt like she was standing somewhere outside her body, she snapped herself out of her trance to be able to draw her weapon. Her stomach churned, and even now it made her sick to draw a weapon against him and angry at herself for feeling it, she was resolved not to let her guard down around him ever again.

Not ever.