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the soul bond meme

"I can't live without you...literally."

Wake up. Do what you have to. Work. School. Save the world. Avenge your father's death. Go back to sleep. Average day, for human, demon, sailor scout, angel, slayer, what have you. Though there's some part of you that wonders, in the back of your mind, if this is the day you'll meet your bond.

Because your world is just like ours - or how yours was, in another universe - but with one addition: the soul bond. The soul bond is a concept as old as time itself. People don't question the process, it just is. Some say that it comes from the beginning of time, where each soul was created in a pair, and throughout the lifetimes those souls are reborn into, they search for each other. This is the soul bond. Even if that's mostly faded into myth, it's generally excepted that there is only only one person for anyone. So, soulmates.

Not exactly. Soul bonds are more. They are about the joining of bodies: sexually and psychically. The bond isn't necessarily about love, though the close connection facilitates that emotion growing, and some fondness does appear in almost every case. It's bigger than love, bigger than hate, bigger than anything else; it's finding yourself in someone else, and your never wanting to lose that. Needless to say, the soul bond is the cornerstone of life and society. Marriage is reserved for the bonded, and you're expected to be searching for that other half. There's a good biological reason for that, too, as the unbonded cannot reproduce and those who have not found their bond are doomed to die extremely early in comparison to their peers and in a most painful, withering fashion. Who would want that?

In this world, sex is had with those who are not the other half of your bond, even if society considers that frivolous. For the truth is, sex with any other will never be as good as sex with your other half. When you make love to someone who isn't yours, you'll know it. It's a disappointment.

When you so much as see your bond for the first time, or at least for the first time after you've reached sexual maturity, you'll know, even if you're already "with" someone else. The signs are inescapable. You'll know it's them. You'll become hyper-focused on them, your heart will race, your muscles tighten, your brain shoot off every signal it nose...and you will become aroused beyond belief. Any arousal you've had prior pales in comparison. So go ahead, if you don't want a bond, ignore it. Try. It won't work. The more you ignore it, the more control you'll lose. Did I forget to mention? In this world, sexual drives are a little more animalistic than usual. They would have to be when the mainstay of the races is a sexual-based bond. Those who try to ward off the desire to become one with their other half can achieve mild success - until they absolutely lose themselves. It's not uncommon to see bonds going at it in the streets, unabashed and unashamed, for trying to hold off the inevitable. Sex between bonds in public, generally, is not looked down upon.

You've given in. Of course you did. But what now? The first time you have sex with your bond, it will be beyond compare. You will share memories with each other, as this is the opening of your psychic connection with them. Yes, psychic connection. How would you expect to be truly bonded otherwise? How strong this link is depends on how often you have sex. Even at baseline, though, you'll know if your bond is hurt or in trouble. Fair warning: this will pull at that animal brain, and you will go into a beserker mode to get them back with you. Similarly, you will behave in a territorial manner if you feel the bond is threatened; jealousy often results in shameless public sex, in hopes to re-establish the strength of your connection and make your bond realize that YOU'RE the other part of them, no one else. In addition, bonds don't handle separation well and each partner will be antsy and on edge. It can be done, and most pairs do because of work, duties, and life in general, but returns are usually accompanied by sometimes days-long sex sessions.

Aside from those quirks, the bonding process can be quite useful. A bond can calm you down, and sex with your bond can serve as the ultimate relaxer. Your bond is the one who can heal you, and sex boosts your strength and power. Yes, those of you looking to achieve your ultimate goal...or ultimate form. Being a bond makes you stronger. Don't resist, no matter how surly you are.

The bond is no respecter of person. Outside of sexuality such as straight or gay, types or species don't matter. You could be bonded with someone as different from you as night and day. However, no matter what the case, you'll begin to care for them in some fashion. You'll feel the need to be with each other as much as possible, both sexually and otherwise. They'll become the most important person in the world to you. Of course, this is assuming your bond is someone you can feasibly be with. Perhaps there is some truth to that reincarnation business, as sometimes, those souls are reborn into people who are never meant to be bonds - warring tribes, at-odds species, and even relatives or people with a great amount of age between them.

The bond is permanent. This is the person you were meant to be with, after all, until you die (and soul bonds usually die within years of each other). Theoretically, though, it can be broken. Mostly, this is done when one side betrays the other side somehow. As the bond is initiated through sex, it's broken in the same way. What happens next is rarely pretty. Police reports usually find the bodies of the dead bonded, cause of death specifically unknown.

Head spinning yet? It shouldn't be! This is the world you live in.

rules
- Comment with your character, preferences, what you're interested in, and what you're not interested in.
- Crosscanon tagging is expected and encouraged. Mention if you want to make some kind of canon-insertion AU with one of the characters or just have a nebulous AU.

prompts

Meeting - You see your bond in that way for the first time, and it's done. You're done. You have to have them to be complete.

Trying to Fight It - No, you're the type who rebels against this whole "soul bond" system. You're the master of your own design, and you won't give in despite the fact that you could just start masturbating right now.

Failure to Fight - The whole fighting thing didn't work out, and now you're going at each other like you'll die of thirst.

First Time - The legendary first time with soaring sensations, amazing orgasms, and the sharing of memories.

Not the Sharing Type - You're a private person and don't want your brain in someone else's. How can you reconcile this? Maybe doing the act can change your mind. Or maybe you just want relief so badly, you don't care.

Feedback - You feel all of your partners pleasure as well as their pain. If you can't come up with something kinky, I can't help you.

Dirty Thoughts - You know what's naughty? Sending mental images of what you'd like to do to your bond through your connection. It's like mental sexting - or a fun way to torture them.

Learning About Each Other - You're learning what both of you like and don't like and sharing as you go.

Jealousy - Someone tried to approach your bond and it made you a bit miffed. Now it's time for some affirmation of the connection and to make sure that you're still on their mind.

Rough Bond - Your bond is more hate than love sometimes, but it's a thin line. Besides, you still care more about them than anyone else, and god forbid someone hurt them. Besides, rough sex is fun.

Separation - You'll be apart for a while. You need one last hurrah

Reunion - You're back together. Now to make up for lost time. Not just because you want to, either.

Public - Remember how I said sex in public is accepted for bonds. Why not take advantage?

Chasing That High - You keep having sex with people, trying to find you bond.

Chasing That Low - In contrast to the above, you're trying to keep away from a bond by desensitizing yourself to sex.

Bond Party - Some young people throw "mixers" where, hopefully, you may meet your bond. Experimentation is bound to happen...even experimentation with multiple people at the same time, trying to find that one.

Can Never Be - Your bond is with someone you shouldn't have one with. They're your sworn enemy, your teacher, or your sibling. Your body and soul says yes, but your mind says no.

Strengthen - You need energy to defeat the big bad or rule the world. Go to your bond and recharge.

Comfort - A bond is often the only one who can calm their other half down, and that sometimes happens through a grounding via sex, bringing the upset party back to what really matters.

Healing - Healing wounds and healing the connection all comes down to body pressed against body. Just be careful of blood.

Long Time Bond - You've been together for some time now and you know each other like the back of your hands. You can make them come in ten seconds flat if need be, but it's more fun to drag things out, isn't it?

Ritual - You want to make your bond official in the eyes of the government. Unsurprisingly, the marriage ceremony is ritualistic sex.

Impregnation - There's no fertilization between the eggs and sperm of non-bonds, so one surefire way to make sure everything's on the up and up is to get pregnant.
Mind Games - Being psychically connected is all good until they fuck with your head.

Dependency - It's not always easy, being for, all intents and purposes, addicted to a person. You need them like you need breathing, and you'll take what you can even if you're ashamed.

Already with Someone - You love someone, but they're not your bond. Can they keep you when you meet your real bond?

I'm Not Yours, You're Not Mine - You know you're not bonds. Still you want them to stay with you and you'll do anything and try to be better.

False Bond - You thought you were bonded, you really did, until you met them

Faking It - There are benefits to faking a bond, including for safety, financial gain, and to secure alliances. Of course, you can't fake it in the bedroom.

Manipulating - You'll get what you want, even if you have to lie and pretend you're bonded to them...how you can fake that, no one knows, but it's worth a shot.

It's Not Me, It's You - Sometimes, mistakes are made. They're your bond, but you're not theirs.

Break the Bond - Because you have a death wish or a snuff kink.

My Ex-Lover is Dead - Your soul bond is gone and you're trying to fill the gap.

OR MAKE UP YOUR OWN

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[ Bucky enjoys the taste of her, enjoys the little jerks of her hips, and the trembling of her thighs. His tongue presses deeper into her and curls upward, pressing hard against her clit.

He needs her to explode for him, wants to taste her as she falls apart. Never before had he thought this possible. Back before the war, he wasn't interested in finding his bonded, wanted to be footloose and fancy free for a little while longer. Then after....

But here she is, his stubble brushing against slim thighs, one hand trailing over to her other breast and gently pinching the nipple between rough fingers.

He groans against her, waiting for her to explode. ]

[She feels exposed like this, but it's not an uncomfortable feeling. Like he can see pieces of her she so often hides as he pulls gasps and whimpered pleasure from her mouth with every press of his tongue. Her body trembles, and the heat of it overwrites everything else except for how he makes her feel.

It's good, too good, and she's not going to last much longer. The way his stubble teases over the soft skin of her thighs, his fingers moving to pinch at her other nipple as his tongue drags against her clit and she moans, fingers shaking against him as she mutters his name, quiet on her breath.

And then a few more breaths and there's little quiet about it as she just comes apart, a sharp cry, her heart-racing as her body shakes and trembles. The pleasure of it downright overwhelming as it feels like it washes over every nerve-ending in her body, until it leaves her boneless.]

[ Bucky grins against her and licks her clean before dropping a kiss on her inner thigh. Slowly, he pushes himself up, crawling over her on the bed. He kisses the scar on her stomach, the one he put there, then one breast and the other. He also kisses the scar on her shoulder.

He kisses her neck too. ]

Enjoy that? [ He whispers the Russian words into her ear. His one arm braces and holds his weight above her. He drops feather-light kisses against her neck, knowing that he just tore her apart and more than a little smug because of it.]

[Moans comes soft, almost hushed as er eyelashes flutter over blue eyes as he licks her clean before starting to slide back up her body with soft kisses against her scars, her breasts, and then lingering against the side of her neck and she hums softly, winding her arms around him, her breath still coming slightly rushed as the aftershocks tremble through her.]

You know I did. [A smile to her voice as she holds onto him, murmuring almost contentedly as he presses kisses to the side of her neck. As if he didn't just ruin her, tear her down to bones and pleasure and his name on her tongue.

Her fingers sliding against his back, a low murmur as she touches, tugging a little like she can pull him in closer.]

I've never felt like that before. [She's willing to let him have his pride. As far as she's concerned, he's squarely earned it.]

Me either. [ He admits, burying his face in her neck. He settles his weight on his knees and his one arm, protecting her from his superior weight. He just breathes in her skin.

He remembers the last girl - a French girl, that he'd met the night before he'd fallen off that damned train. He doesn't remember her name. He doesn't think it matters. All that matters is Natalia in his arms right now.

He's still aroused, still hard in his jeans and uncomfortable. But he doesn't care. He just wants Natalia to be satisfied. That will be enough for him. ]

You're beautiful. [ He murmurs against her throat. He wants to tear her apart again. She's too beautiful for words. ]

[There's a soft sound of amusement that turns into a pleased sigh as his face presses into her neck. He braces himself so that his weight isn't all on top of her, but she can still feel him, breathe him in.

But he's still wearing his denims and she wants him naked. She wants him as stripped down as she is and pressed against her, she wants him. Even still a little high on her own pleasure, she wants him. She can't help but smile when he calls her beautiful, and she murmurs, lets her fingers trail down his sides.]

You're amazing. [One of her hands slipping between them, palming against his erection, then sliding up to tug at the button. Her smile is just a little bit sultry, a little bit wicked, but God she wants him. Needs him, maybe, and she's never felt like that for a person before.]

[ Bucky is all prepared to tell her all the things that he needs to tell her, when her hand slips between them. He hisses in a breath when she touches him, and shivers when she tugs the button free. While he's capable of doing many things one handed, bracing himself, and stripping just isn't within his capabilities.

His teeth scrape against her ear. He's more than ready and willing to take her to the heights again, if that's what she wants.

He pulls back from where he's buried in her neck. He watches her smile and answers it with a crooked one of his own. ]

Should I move? [ He asks, more teasing than serious. He knows that she can't get his pants off where he's at. But he's going to make her ask for it. ]

[She respects how much Bucky is capable of doing with just one hand, how he seems determined to keep it from slowing him down. But she knows there are some things he can't quite manage, and she's very willing to help, even if there's a certain angle of selfishness to it.

She wants to just curl up with him and say all the things they aren't saying just yet, but she wants to see him come apart first. Wants him to take her apart again, because she doesn't doubt that he will. It's not much of a price to pay, though.

That crooked smile to match hers, Natasha undoing his jeans and tugging them down his hips as best as she can, and then he asks and she looks at him.]

Mm, yes. Please? You're wearing too much.

[The words warm in the space between them, the Russian almost sweet on her lips. Leaning in to nip teeth against his lips, that shine in her blue eyes as she looks at him. He's delightful, just the right amount of teasing.]

[ He chuckles, and kisses her because he can do that now. Then, he pushes himself up to stand in front of her. He's not ashamed of the erection straining at his jeans.

They're falling down around his hips, enough that his treasure trail is apparent.

He can still taste her on his tongue, and doesn't want to lose that. He pushes down his jeans as well as he can. It always takes him a while to get undressed. The stiff fabric of his jeans catching against his hot skin. ]

Help me? [ He whispers the words, not wanting to break the air of intimacy between them. ]

[She smiles, leaning back into the kiss, his lips on hers, and watches as he stands, enjoying the view. The obvious way his erection presses against the jeans, and just the sight of him, muscular torso and broad shoulders; even missing an arm he's still gorgeous.

And hers. She'd never have chalked herself up as the possessive type, but god if he doesn't create something of a spark in her.

Natasha watches how his jeans slide down his hips, and that trail of hair that leads down from his navel. There's interest, arousal in her eyes as she watches him push his jeans down, until he asks for help, and there's an easy nod as she moves in close to him. Her naked figure kneeling up so that she can grab onto his denims, dragging them down around his ankles, then nosing in to press kisses against his thighs.]

Better? [Her voice a low whisper, leaning up so she can nuzzle gently into his erection.]

[ Her spread out before him on the bed is something that he's dreamed about since Odessa. But now it's no dream but reality. Goosebumps prickle his skin when she skims his pants down to the floor. He hisses in a breath at the feeling of her mouth on him.

While that would be wonderful, it's not what he wants right now. He needs to be inside of her, on top of her. He's sure she'll understand.

Kicking off his shoes, he steps out of the jeans, able to feel the heat of her breath on him. Bucky leans down and kisses Natalia. ]

Much. I need you. [ Any other person and he'd be ashamed of that. But with his limitation - maybe he should let the scientists build him another arm - he wants her on top of him, not the other way around. Then, at least, he'll be able to touch as well as taste. ]

[She smiles, a shiver in her shoulders as she looks up at him. Watching him as he kicks off his shoes and steps out of his jeans, her breath on his skin. She wants him, wants to feel him in every way they're capable of, but right now? She wants him like this, wants his skin on hers, wants him inside of her.

She understands, that want that echoes down to her bones.

Natasha leans in as he kisses her, a murmur as she savors the contact and meets it with her own heat and desire. She hadn't faced how much she'd needed this until now, and she hums in approval at the words. She knows what it is to need someone because she needs him to. And she understands the feeling.

She reaches up, tugging against his hand, pulling him back onto the bed with her.]

You make me feel- I need you too.

[ Bucky lets her pull him down to the bed. He settles next to her on the sheets, wanting her completely and utterly.

He wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her on top of him as he collapses back against the pillows. The room may be plain but it has everything he wants from it right now.

His hand runs over her front, then up to cup the back of her head, pulling her down into a kiss. ]

If you don't, I will still leave.

[ She can tell him no at any point in time. She can put on the brakes, and he'll hate himself, but respect her for it. He wants her to want him as much as he wants her. ]

[Natasha purrs softly in approval as his arm curls around her waist, pulling her up on top of him. She straddles his hips as he leans back against the pillows and she smiles at him, bright eyes warm with desire as her hands reach up to drag against his chest.

She shivers a little as his hand drags up over her skin, then pulls her down into a kiss, and she melts into it. Nibbling at his lip before the pull apart and she looks at him at those words. They're infinitely reassuring in a way she doesn't put words to. She does want this, want him, but knowing that he's still giving her that choice... it matters.]

I don't want you to leave. But.. thanks for saying it.

[Looking into his eyes, trying to make sure he knows how much that means to her.]

I want this too.

[ He nods, able to tell that she appreciates him trying to be a gentleman. It would have killed him, but he'll do anything she wants.

The whole soulmates thing means that they don't get much of a choice about some things. He can give some of that back to her. Not much, but some.

He groans into her mouth, able to feel his erection trapped between them. He presses upward, wanting inside of her, needing it. ]

Natalia... please.

[ He's not too proud to beg. ]

[It'd kill her if he left now, left her like this, but the gesture means something. He's willing to still give her the choice, willing to leave if she tells him to.

She shivers at the way that he groans against her lips, and her breath catches at the way that his hips lift, pressing against her, the heat of his erection against her bare skin, so close to her own heat. The sound of his voice, the way that he begs for her drags a soft catch of pleasure from her voice.

There's a nod of her head, a soft smile as she looks down at him. Looking into his eyes as she moves, shifts so that she can curl fingers at the base of his erection, angling it so that she can press down against him.

Her other hand shifts, pressing against his chest so she can brace herself, gasping as the head touches against her. Her hips shifting, pressing against him as the girth of him presses into her body.]

Bucky--

[Her breath coming out like a sharp gasp, her eyes swimming as the wet heat of her body wraps around him. Sinking deeper on slow jerks of her hips, the pleasure of it almost overwhelming. She'd never thought something could feel like this, and it makes it so she's moving almost more on instinctive need than clear thought.]

[ Bucky holds his breath as she sinks down on top of him. Never has he felt like this for any reason. He knows that. He knows that it'll be better with Natalia than it ever was with the other girls.

He hisses when she starts moving. He's needed this, almost since Odessa. Even buried under the programming, it had been there. And now that the moment's here, he just wants to bury himself in her and never let anything rip them apart again.

Sitting up, he wraps his arm around her and pulls her in closer. His hips move slowly, wanting to drag this out for both of them. He drags his lips along her throat. ]

You're beautiful, Natalia.

[She's trembling as she sinks down around him, a low moan as his thickness presses into her, body wrapping tight around him. It narrows the world down around her, focuses everything down to him, down to the way that he makes her feel. She shudders at that hiss of his breath, echoes it with a sharp gasp. She's dreamed of him, touched herself thinking of him, hasn't been able to get him out of his head since Odessa.

He sits up and she murmurs as his arm curls around him, pulling her in close, his hips moving with her own and she cries out, her breath catching on her lips.]

James--

[God, but there's something about how he calls her beautiful. The way his lips feel against her throat, her hands coming up so she can use both to touch him, enough of him inside of her that she doesn't have to worry about losing it. And god, but she needs this.

He's lovely and hers and she doesn't want to let him go. She nuzzles in against him, pressing kisses to skin, just needing to feel as much as she can. His skin, his hands on her body.]

Stay with me.

[A soft demand, almost a whisper of low Russian, not really what she'd meant to say, but she's so overwhelmed.]

[ Coming from her 'James' sounds right. So few people call him that. He doesn't miss the name. But coming from her it just seems right, pure, something else he doesn't deserve.

Slowly, he increases the pace of his hips, holding her against him. He needs to be with her in all ways today. Everything needs to happen between the two of them. ]

I will always be with you.

[ He whispers the words, a promise into her ear. Goosepimples stand out on his skin, but he doesn't care. This is more than he'd ever thought he'd get. ]

[Normally, she calls him Bucky, because it's what he prefers and to someone like her, that matters. But the first time she'd put a name to his face, it had been letters in a file: James Buchanan Barnes and she's so overwhelmed she's not thinking.

His hips start moving faster, and hers match the rhythm, soft cries as one hand curls against his shoulder, anchoring herself so she still has the leverage to move against him. She needs him, needs this, the way that the pleasure feels like absolute bliss and moving against him feels as natural as breathing.]

Good. I need you.

[Soft admittance, a whisper in the air, blue eyes cloudy with the way he makes her feel, that friction, the way it feels as he presses into her.]

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[ He does prefer Bucky. James was always some nebulous older fellow, whom he would never be. He still isn't that grown up yet.

The smell of her skin is something he can't get enough of. He buries his nose in her throat, and just breathes her in. He licks at her, wanting to taste her as well as touch her. ]

Not going anywhere.

[ He couldn't even if he tried right now. Oh, he'd still stop, if she asked him to, but he wouldn't be able to leave her. ]

I need you too. [ He needs her to come for him, wants to feel as she surrounds him and feel her utter completion. There's no longer any fight left in him. He couldn't fight this bond, even with all of HYDRA on his tail. This is theirs and he will fight anyone and anything to defend it. ]

[She moans, helpless, unable to keep her voice down as he licks at her skin, his body moving with hers, that rhythm that seems as natural as if it was written in her veins. Her free hand palming against skin, moving to curl in the strands of his hair.

She hadn't realized how much she needed this until it was happening, until she was coming undone, unraveling against him. Like an ache she'd pushed down long enough she'd almost convinced herself that it wasn't there. She couldn't let go of him, needed him close, needed him inside of her, that way he pulled little choked sounds of ecstasy from her lips.

When he echoes her words, she murmurs in quiet pleasure, fingers stroking in quiet affirmation. There was no fight left in her, either. How could she fight this? The way he made her feel, the way she ached for him, that this felt like coming home to a kind of comfort she didn't think she'd ever really had.

She's getting close, that way her walls flex around him, drawing a stuttered groan from between her lips, her toes curling as she trembles. But she's still a little scared, that way the books tell it, about the psychic link, the memory exchange... but all she can do is hold on tight to him. That feeling that it was worth it.]

[ He knows she's getting close, knows that soon she will come apart around him and he'll follow suit soon after. Yes, there's the terror that they'll each be remade into something they won't like, but he can't find it in himself to care. All of this is something he wants. It's Natalia. The one that had fought through the programming and somehow saved her own life.

He kisses her neck, scraping his teeth against the vulnerable skin. He knows what it takes for her to trust him - it's the same way for him. But to feel her getting close, to know that no one else will ever be able to touch her? That's something special. ]

Sshh. I have you, Natalia. I won't let you go.

[ And he won't. He'll hold her tight for eternity. ]

[She moans softly, the way that he makes her feel as their bodies move together, the way his lips kiss at the skin of her neck. She shivers, trembles as he scrapes teeth against the flesh of her throat, but she doesn't pull away, she doesn't flinch because she trusts him.

Her body is a flutter-touch around him, muscles tensing and flexing as her control starts to come undone. In the end, it's something in those words; that hush of his voice, and the reminder that he has her, that he's not letting go.

The cry comes out rough and hard, her hands clinging to him as her body comes apart, burying lips into his skin with open-mouthed kisses, half-drunk on the sheer feeling of how the pleasure rips through her, almost drowns her.

She's not letting go either, clinging to him because he feels Safe, feels like a home she's never quite had before, not like this.]

[ Her body contracts around his and he's lost. Utterly and completely lost. She drags him over the precipice and he's in free fall. Growling her name against her neck, his body gives up trying to hold back. He pulls her hard against him, refusing to let her go. She can never leave. Not now.

Bucky, gently moves her head so he can kiss her properly. He leans his forehead against hers, panting. Slowly, he lays back on the bed, pulling her down with him. He smooths his hand down her back and kisses her cheek. ]

I've still got you.

[ The promise in Russian is as deep as he can go. He won't promise her forever, but he will never leave her, as long as he's still alive. His callused hand runs up and down her back. He's... content. Yes, that's a good word for it. ]

the soul bond meme

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