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Belong to me and no other

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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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[Remus would likely be the jealous party, but it can go either way.]

[ Open to pretty much anything. By nature, she's not possessive - so she'd probably be the one getting possessive over - but shaking things up and having her being jealous or cutely yet petulantly demanding would be cute as fuck.

Marvels especially loved - bonus points for ones that would be considered "cracky" crossovers like the Avengers or serious, street-level heroes.

Available with humanesque or xeno biology. ]

((Maybe jealousy leads to her pushing frustration, jealousy and possessiveness onto him? Leading to some rough but reassuring romps?))

[ I can dig it! Let's give it a shot. ]

Thor wasn't really one who went anywhere unnoticed. So, even if he might be spoken for he got the attention of women who couldn't help but notice the big blonde guy. Of course Thor adored attention and the calls, touches and other things directed to him always drew a beaming smile and a wave in the very least. He might not follow through on their desires but he did nothing to deter them it seemed.

And so it went after an outing on a strange planet that he barely got past a few buildings before yet another person purposefully bumped into him or stared for far too long. Getting back to the base of operations the Guardians had set up temporarily was like a gauntlet. The big guy arrived though with Mantis, oblivious to the purposeful distractions that had intercepted him on his way there.

(ooc | His possessiveness wouldn't be as fun so I'd like for him to play opposite the jealous party this time.)

(ooc | basic information ◎ permissions ◎ warnings ◎ contact info ◎ Cross canon/medium welcome. Both m/f and m/m for shipping.

Either party.)

(ooc: basic information ◎ permissions ◎ warnings ◎ contact info ◎ Cross canon/medium welcome. Both m/f and m/m for shipping.

Either party.)

[ Punisher compliant. ]

[Could play either role]

( ooc: easily either role! )

[ let's face it, there are just a few Servants who are rather possessive over her. I'm good for building up from any prompt but no NTR or extreme jealousy please. ]

[m/m for shipping or smut. love cross canon and canon.]

[Either role, but I'd kind of like for her to be the 'possessed' one.]

[ either way works. ]

Nothing made any sense! It was supposed to make sense once they had left Midgar, once the mission had began to take shape, once they had gathered the necessary resources to make a difference. There was one place they needed to go, but all the little details had become fragmented. Holding it together came on the same vein as him flying by the seat of his military-issue fatigues.

Then they had come to Gongaga. It was a no-name, no-hope, no-clues sort of place, a stop over for moving on towards where he knew they needed to go. He didn't want to stay here, didn't want to even spend more than a few minutes in the place because everything felt wrong.

He felt fake here, and there was no rhyme or reason as to why in his head. Just a constant continual buzzing that tightened his jaw and made him more moody than usual. This place was no where and yet the center of how the world under ShinRa worked. So why were they still here? Why was he leaning heavily on a stupid grave with his arms stead-fastly crossed his chest? Because it was fake; he was fake; everything but the mission was fake.

Aerith was supposed to be his shining light, his way in the dark. She was that upbeat willowy woman who had such a way of pushing him, of getting under his skin and into his head when he didn't even know what to think or feel. She was his safe place, and yet, here they were in Gongaga and she was mourning some SOLDIER who had died a long time ago. Or not so long ago. He didn't know; it was like white noise whenever he thought too hard.

What was clear to him was that her distraction, her sadness, her questions about what he could remember of this dead SOLDIER made him unspeakably angry. He needed her, but she didn't need him as much; he was an means to an end, a part of the story she was writing for himself. Why it made him so mad, he couldn't put to words.

She was supposed to be his, which was ridiculous. He owned no one; yet, that basic hot unforgiving emotion filled the empty space of his brain, insidious and poisonous. Better he stay away; he couldn't endure the sad faces of parents without answers and Aerith consoling them.

Cloud lifted a foot and kicked at the gravestone he was leaning against. He ignored that he was supposed to feel remorse when he chipped the side of it right off. Stupid cheap materials likely made from ground poisoned from concentrated mako energy. He kicked at it again, chipping off a larger chunk before forcing himself to stop. He was a lot of things but not a grave defiler. Well, not that much of one.

Cloud Strife is many things, but he definitely isn't a grave defiler; at least, he's not all that good at it, just as he isn't all that good about masking those turbulent thoughts and emotions -- or maybe it's just that Aerith pays an exceptional amount of attention to him. She had known something wasn't entirely right early on, a shift that seemed off, an assumed veneer that snags like a nail on cloth. Cloud is... a curious anomaly, a strange but endearing character that reminds her far too much of Zack at times, as if his ghost never quite lifted from him.

But no, that's not quite it either -- it's more like Cloud had assumed a part of him when the Cloud himself had so much more to give, locked away from himself and where Aerith cannot reach no matter how she tries. He doesn't realise it, she supposes, or maybe he does and has no way to bring it out; but Aerith is only human. The SOLDIER lost to her had been someone she cared very much for, letters written and unanswered, his fate lost in the wind. She misses him, but more than that -- Cloud's situation worries her, his grief and anger hidden as he turned away and left to take some time for himself.

But alone time is not what he needs, not right now, and despite her own heartache she excuses herself, going after him. Despite all of Cloud's idiosyncrasies, there is so much about him that sets him apart from Zack, budding and shy just underneath it all, the warmth she felt from him wasn't a lie, and even if he's lost she's made up her mind to pull him back, to peel away the layers he'd cloaked himself in. Why, she's always wondered -- she imagines the real Cloud is someone who is just as worthy of loving all on his own merit.

She catches sight of him not too far away, a shock of yellow-gold in a sea of gravestones, and when she spots him kick at one of them as she comes up, she says with a soft laugh:

"That one really made you mad, huh?"

Expecting longer amounts of privacy time in a team like theirs was impossible, and Cloud heard her coming long before he saw her. A part of him thrilled at the idea that she had come, but a darker, deeper aspect seemed to slither with both possessive desire and a conflicting need to drive her away. It was always that way, the see-saw of push and pull, parts of himself at war internally. He needed her, but something also made her oddly dangerous.

He looked at at the question, tightening his arms across his chest as if they may protect him from having to engage and answer. His blue eyes glanced down to eye the broken off pieces of headstone, and he finally pushed his weight off of leaning against it. His arms, at first, remained locked over his chest as he watched her come on, able to see that beneath all the well-meaning humour, she was sad.

There was nothing he could do about. That burned him some.

His jaw worked and he only then dropped his arms to settle at his sides then back a little so he could set them on the tombstone and rest some of his weight there. Be casual. Look casual. Like he didn't care.

"ShinRa's mechanizations poisoned the soil around these parts. Not much grows, raw materials crumble, including these," he replied as if that were the most sensible reply. As if he were, in part, ashamed that he had kicked it. Whatever. "Have you come to tell me that we're staying the night here?"

He already knew that they were. That was a given. "Or is this something else?" Had she come specifically for him to be his light in the dark as she always seemed to?

That Cloud so easily redirects the conversation to other things is a talent he should be proud to call his own, but Aerith is nothing if not tenacious, determined to push through the defenses Cloud has made for himself. After all, that's one of the things he needs, for someone to keep pushing, to break right through to reach him.

Aerith is determined to be that someone, and she steps closer, light fingers tracing over chipped stone. There is nothing that lies underneath this marker-- after all, things like these are for the living, not the dead. She gives him a once-over, taking in the tension that ripples in his shoulders, the grim set of that lovely mouth, and not for the first time she wonders at what he's possibly thinking.

He's not Zack; it wouldn't be fair to make him be what he isn't, and she looks up at him, stepping closer. "Something else. You already know we're spending the night here."

A twinkle in deep green eyes belies the amusement and gentle humour. "More specifically, your newfound interest in helping ShinRa punish innocent raw materials." Her fingers, only recently having brushed over granite, now comes to trace lightly over his angular jaw, fine brows knitting briefly. If he's stopping himself from engaging, then Aerith will be the first to bridge that distance.

"Will you tell me, or is this the silent brooding hero kind of deal?"

Edited 2017-11-24 11:53 (UTC)

Her obvious determination wasn't productive for him keeping control of the conflicting emotions that tore at him, like she could and would wedge herself into his everything and squirrel out all the details he couldn't even fathom about himself. Maybe she could pick him apart and put him back together at the same time.

Don't. His vision whited out for a split second, his pupils dilating and constricting so quickly it could be easily missed.

Her teasing mock came at the right time, distracting him from pursuing that momentary sensation, and his expression turned sour and his blue eyes narrowed. Leaving Midgar had given him a path to follow, and he would doggedly; he'd take out ShinRa at the same time. "I gave up helping ShinRa when I left SOLDIER," he replied acidly, aware it wasn't being fair to her, aware she would see through it all. "It's not as if you agree with what that company does." More deflecting.

The touch was enough though, forcing him to confront the fact she wasn't going to just walk away. So unlike him - that he knew about - his hands snapped out to grasp her slim waist, lifting her and turning them both until he could set her neat as anything carefully on the top of the grave marker. He figured it would force her hands down to grasp it and thus he could crowd her some with his body.

"This place reminds me of Nibelheim. Nothing happening, no hope and only grave stones to mark ShinRa's version of assistance." He wouldn't speak on that sensation of possessive jealousy warring with determined need for growing violence against her.

There's an edge to his voice that cuts deeper than it ever has, a particular inflection in his tone that she hasn't heard before, and she's taken by surprises when he lifts her this easily, setting her before him on the gravestone. It takes her weight, but he's right -- her hands come to grip the marker to keep her balance.

"Cloud --" What is going on with him, what's wrong? Something seems to be roiling under the surface where she cannot quite reach yet, and she meets his eyes, searching and concerned. The comment about ShinRa doesn't warrant a response; they both know how much she doesn't agree with what they do, but this isn't about ShinRa right now -- he crowds her just so with his body, broad and strong in ways that make her breath catch, and she tilts her head to study him. Could she pick him apart now, and put him together again? She doesn't quite know. What she knows is this: there's still hope. There is always hope.

"You could be that hope. Won't that be something?" She doesn't shy away from him; leaning forward. She's not afraid of him; she could never be. "You're still avoiding my question."

Keep it together. Everything is as it should be. It was like a mantra that played in the background of most of his thoughts, an undertone reminder that he was as he always had been. Together. Whole. Her concern was cutting, made him question everything that he was doing in this moment, and his fingers twitched at his side as he drank in a long breath and held it a few seconds to put himself in a better place.

At her comment, he turned his head away to cast his eyes across the nothingness of this place, the deep-seeded sorrow from years of disappointment and stagnation. Sometimes her questions gave him a strength he wasn't certain was right, but he glanced back to her and smirked. "Maybe. We can only liberate people; they have to fight for something better too."

Slowly he lowered himself down to her level, resting his hands on the gravestone. There wasn't much space so some of his fingers had to rest against her own as he leaned close. "Would you believe me if I said I had a bad memory and I don't remember the question at all? Thus, I'm not avoiding it."

[ either or. ]

[ooc: Either / Or!]

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