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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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( she'll be the possessive one because that's what I wanna play, it'd be adorable, leave me alone. )

[ Preference towards mutual, consensual possessiveness. ]

(Under the How, hard no on 7 and 9. Might be willing to thread with Vasquez for the Rivalry prompt. Otherwise, check my journal for ships, kinks, and squicks~)

[Can be possessive or can have someone be possessive of her. Both works!]

[No 9 - otherwise good luck trying to hold onto her. Or maybe good luck trying to get away from her?]

[Cast mates and cross canon welcome. Can play either role, quite flexible.]

[ Either role! ]

(( either role ))

[the possessed.]

( either role is fine with me! )

[ She'd tried to shut him out.

That day on Crait, she'd tried to close a door that could never be opened again, but the Force moved as the Force willed, and it wasn't so simple as wishing him away. It's a painful thing to be thrust into the company of someone who had hurt you the way that they had hurt each other, and it ate away at them both. To want each other so badly, to be so close, and to have an insurmountable chasm between them still.

The interactions had thus grown, well, layered. Desire and connection and longing buried under bitterness and snarling and hate. If she loved Ben, she'd never be able to stop Kylo Ren, and she needed to do that to save him. So she surrendered to that Darkness and let it steer her.

And when she's not with him, she tries to bury herself in something else, something diverting, something — Intimate. That's what she wants from him: intimacy. So she tries to sate it elsewhere.

When the bond opens, she is with him. Dameron. He is indubitably handsome — There is no grotesque scar crossing his too-pale face, no permanent sneer etched into his mouth. And he is the up-and-comer in the Resistance who everyone anticipates will replace Leia, one day. They're going to make a politician out of him. He makes a joke about it, and Rey laughs, and the sound ripples through the galaxy across the bond, echoed back to Kylo. ]

[ He'd wrapped himself in a cloak of hate. Hate and anger-- broiling over and white hot. Even Hux knew not to bother him on certain days, his hands clenched, jaw tight, he could hear himself grinding his teeth and the general would often approach with some remark-- only to think better of it and back off at the last moment.

Today was looking to be one of those days.

He'd been gifted with the force so long that he started to recognized how it shifted on the days it would connect them. He feels like a plaything. Mocked and taunted with what he should have been. His legacy. His birthright.

All taken by Rey.

His father, his mother, Luke-- Even Anakin's lightsaber approved of her and he was sidelined. Again and Again and again. And he offered her what he could, what should have been enough. Everything he could and she wanted no part of it.

And then she left him alive.

And then the Force kept connecting them.

Terse silence, trying hard to pretend it wasn't happening. Trying to pretend he wasn't waging a war upon her and wanted to destroy her (A lie he told himself so he would sleep easier). Sometimes she's scream at him. Sometimes she cried. He had thought maybe she had cared about him-- but that thought has vanished now. She wanted nothing to do with him and he...

The best he could do was to ignore her.

Today they find each other in a quiet corner of his ship. Not his room, because he tries not to be there as often as he can (Idle thoughts of being in bed with another warm body aren't welcome anylonger), but a quiet and empty observation deck a wide view out to the cosmos. The galaxy she had turned down. He thinks it would be distracting enough to ignore her (and he hasn't wanted to inform her he can sometimes feel the way she presses herself to someone else), but then she laughs and--

He realizes he had never heard that from her before.

Something about it causes his blood to run cold and his brow to twitch.

He should stay quiet. He'd been good at that.

But he knows she's with someone(He's not sure if it's the same person he has an inkling about yet. He tries not to investigate if only because it would drive him mad) and he resents the way her voice lilts and he wants to shove her so hard that maybe she'll end this (Or end him). His voice is low and steady, he knows who ever is with her can't hear him. ]

Having fun?

Yes.

[ For a moment, it seems like she must be talking to him, but she continues, chatting with an invisible specter. ]

I can picture it easily.

[ There's a lapse there. Her eyes track towards Kylo, briefly, and she searches his reaction then. Her voice drops a little, something coy and conspiratorial and darker than he's ever heard it. It's warm. ]

Do you want to know what else I've pictured?

[ There's a sense that whoever she's speaking to has an earnest and positive reaction to this offer. Her smile spreads, but in a way that's not just for her and Dameron. Some part of it is performative. She wants to show Kylo what he can't have. ]

Well, it involves you ... [ She realized suddenly that she doesn't quite have the vocabulary to execute this well. ] Uh, naked. [ Dameron's laughter causes a surge of embarrassment. ]

[ He can tell she's playing a game almost immediately. He'd expected her to huff at him, grow angry and cold and storm away. Shout. Change the subject. But she looks at him and smiles and drops her voice and--

Ah. Now he can hear Dameron.

He's ready to ignore her and just let her continue on what ever she's try to pull with out any recognition when she proposes fulfilling a fantasy. And if her last embarrassed little confession is anything to go by... well.

Stomach churning, he moves his jaw and his eye just... twitches. Slightly. He's about ready to say something when he looks away. Trying to keep his eyes trained on the stars out there (He wonders if she's near any of the ones visible to him now) and drag himself away from the emotions she's managing to stir up here. Lock them away.

She'll feel him try to cut the connection. Seal it off rather violently and wordlessly. He doesn't want to give voice to what he's feeling, to what she's trying to stir. ]

[ She winces from it visibly. Whatever it's worth, he can still impact her. Rey clutches a hand to her head, and immediately she's reassuring Poe that, yes, she's fine. Just dizzy. Not enough water.

A vague sense that he's going off to remedy that for her transfers, and while he does, she worsens the sensation by reaching out and psychically yanking on that cord between them to hold it tight. The tether refuses to snap. She turns to face Kylo openly. ]

Stay.

[ Her breath grows uneven with the effort of maintaining the bond. Combined with the flushed look of her face, it's vaguely erotic on its own. This intimate link between them, sustained through her will, laboring her.

But she turns her face and looks up at — someone. Dameron. She takes a canteen of water and swigs from it, chuckling slightly and saying. ]

You didn't let me finish. [ 'Oh, I plan to.' It takes her a minute to catch the innuendo and flush properly. And then— ] Good.

[ He's nearly pulled off his feet. She clings to him. She clings and pushes him away and his is the path they've chosen. Making each other miserable. Being immovable and unforgiving. They each hurt each other, deeply, constantly, and yet keep coming back. Addicted to their bond, to what they could have had, almost had. It's a fool's errand. As if the other becomes miserable enough they'll come to the opposing side licking their wounds.

A short glance over his shoulder and he catches the look in her eye and-- he yearns and wants for it, but rejects it all at once. It's not for him, it's not for him it's for Poe Dameron and he doesn't think he could hate a man more than he does now.

Fingers clench more tightly and his eyes close. ]

I don't want to see this. [ A sharp confession. Trying to sound disgusted, but the hurt leaks through as well. No. Why make him watch this. See what he can't have? There's no point to it.

There's a lump in his throat as he swallows. Thick and heavy.

She'd been his. He'd been allowed in, they'd confided in each other. She came for him and now she's Poe Dameron's whore. Of course he wasn't good enough (The thought surprises him, had he really cared so deeply?), he was a fool for ever thinking she wanted him. ] Leave me alone, Rey.

[ Don't Beg. Don't plead. Each phrase repeats itself in his mind on a loop. ]

[ She wants to salve his pain. Even now, even after he'd tried to kill her, that's the instinct in the bottom of her gut. She wrestles it down. The unfortunate truth of it is that she needs to break him, crumble the armored exterior, free the broken man underneath. Until he surrenders that poisonous illusion, she'll never seen Ben Solo again.

The canteen is cast aside somewhere invisible and she starts peeling Poe out of his jacket and shirt. It's slow, coaxing. ]

I want you to see.

[ She pulls her hands back from Poe and starts stripping off her own clothes instead — it's an effort to justify the statement in her present context, plain and simple. She bundles her sash on the floor with her belt. Strips off her tunic. There's a thin band pressing down her breasts beneath it, holding them mostly flat and secure, but the rest of her lightly tanned, freckled skin is exposed to the cold and the light. ]

[ It should be him. It should be him touching her skin, feeling her hands skim across his chest and tug at his clothing. His breath catches in his throat once she starts pulling at her own clothing and-- it doesn't matter if he closes his eyes. He can see her and feel her movements and being.

She's beautiful. She's always been beautiful. Even half starved and frightened-- a bare slip fresh from Jakku, her eyes were clear and sharp and her entire being was glowing and bright.

Another shuddering breath and he's not doing any good by trying to respect-- acknowledge their separation. He's being backed into a corner and given no options. He pushes away from his spot to face her. His eyes keep focused on her face, not wanting to indulge in the sight of skin that will never be his to touch.

A few large strides and he's in front of her, possibly walking through Poe, but he's trying to make her uncomfortable, force her to push him away. ]

You'll gain nothing by forcing me to watch you take another man's cock. [ Harsh and cold. At this point it seems repetitive to say, but he's split. Too many emotions. Too much he isn't ready to confront. ] Let me go-- and go whore yourself in peace.

[ Critical to the point that it makes it obvious he's affected. Affected and not thinking clearly. He's reaching for whatever straw he can grasp to get her to leave. ]

[ She sucks in a breath as he advances on her, as if she had been expecting it but still isn't ready now that she's confronted with it. Or maybe it just looks really weird for him to be taking the same space as Poe up. And it does, admittedly.

She raises a hand, curious, touching his chest, Poe's chest, studying them both in something between wonder and confusion. ]

From behind. [ She says this lightly — reply to something Dameron has said. When she leans in to kiss him, she's just in front of Kylo, inches from his sternum for Poe's height, lips parting, drinking the commander in. It's short-lived.

Rey pivots as if repositioned, and the band around her chest falls away. Dameron stripped it away. He starts on her pants next. She draws a sudden, sucked breath. ]

No. Not … [ She gestures somewhere, and she finishes stripping. She's bare before him, and she hesitates for a moment to stare at Kylo even after Poe isn't there anymore. She wants to see the look on his face. ] The mirror.

[ She gestures vaguely in Kylo's direction. Then she bends to a kneeling position before him, hands and knees. There's not a lot of foreplay going on here. She stares up at Kylo, though, and Dameron makes a comment about how wet she is. ]

For you. [ She whispers. ] I'm your whore.

[ He's-- disgusted. Stomach turned to knots and the feelings so sharp she has to feel it through him. His entire body feels tense and he's ready to scream or cry or-- probably just break this room.

And then she's on her hands and knees like an animal. And on top of being sick to his stomach he's just-- entirely unimpressed by Dameron's inelegance. Doesn't he see how he's practically just using her like a sex ~~droid~~ toy? As if she was a disposable cum sock and she's--

The thought is buried as soon as she makes it obvious she's provoking him. She wants to inspire his jealousy, she wants him to act. Plead with her? Beg? Cry?

Would she even stop if he cried? At this rate he wonders if she'd get some sick joy out of it-- and when this thought strikes him, he takes action.

She wants to be his whore? Fine. ]

You'll regret this.

[ The threat is spoken like a prophecy. An unwilling one. And from those words his intention is born.

He kneels behind her-- A dark mass, he's still in all of his clothes after all, no time to change. He could possibly use the Force to screw with Poe right now, but that wasn't the point. Hurting him would accomplish nothing but temporary respite. If she's intent on damaging him, he'll make her feel every inch.

One gloved hand rests at the back of her neck and forces her neck down more harshly. Until her cheek is pressed to the floor and her ass is raised higher to the air and-- You know. Before Poe can even get it in-- and with no grace, barely any gentleness as he runs his fingers along the curve of her ass and presses his index and middle finger, still bound in leather, into her cunt, up to his knuckles. No pretense. No warning. If she's fine with Poe spreading her legs with out any foreplay-- then he wasn't going to spare any thought to making this gentle. ]

[ The sudden shove catches her off guard. She can't brace herself against it without drawing Poe's attention. She lets out a grunt as she hits the floor, and though her hands try to catch her, she's set just slightly off balance by the movement. She leans forward into it, and —

And honestly, some part of her basks in it. This isn't how she'd seen it going. She'd thought he'd lose the veneer of the Supreme Leader. That she'd chip through it. Instead, he doubles down on it, and she responds like an animal in heat, swaying with him.

When his fingers drive in, she lets out a guttural cry, eyes blown wide, body screaming with the suddenness of the stretch even despite how wet she has been made by teasing him, by anticipation. Her fingernails scrape the metal floor that presses to her cheek, curling her palms into fists.

Poe's surprised. He's barely touched her, and she's moaning like a bitch. This must be part of the whore thing. He's not gonna judge her kinks. And he doesn't seem to notice how her cunt spreads open either. ]

I — [ She gasps around the word, her cunt squeezing around Kylo's fingers like she's warding off the intrusion, fluids soaking into the pores of the leather. ] I want your cock. Poe.

[ She groans through his name. In the absence of the control and presence to stop this — there's no version where she accomplishes that without giving them the full truth, and she won't. She can't. — she settles for punishing Kylo (or maybe encouraging him) with confirming his disdain. ]

Please.

[ He's like. Tripling down on this supreme leader bullshit in some desperate hope that somehow it will help lessen the trauma of this entire event. Maybe he won't have to go destroy an entire control room, or nearly choke an officer to death, or go cry himself to sleep. This is healthy. This is how normal adults deal with their problems. This is exactly what a therapist would recommend. ]

You're lying to him.

[ You don't care. He's reminding himself of this. Like if he says it enough it will become the truth. Like this isn't hurting him. Like he was fine with her fucking another man. Like any of this was okay and he wasn't being rejected again.

Well, if this is what she wanted, then he'd give it to her. She gets to live with the knowledge that she wanted Kylo Ren's cock inside of her-- took it while lying to a trusted comrade.

His fingers work inside of her, while his freehand works on his belt. Curling-- scissoring. Normally he'd want to take more time and he has to wonder what kind of selfish animal the pilot is to not do the same. He'll have to shelve that thought in favor for the fact that now he has to work at his pants. Unfastening and pulling at them efficiently. Eventually he has to pull his fingers from her sex-- a sticky thread of arousal still clinging to his gloves as he pulls at the fabric enough to reveal himself.

This is the very definition of a confused boner, fyi. Emotionally, do not want. Physically, there is a pussy he is super attracted to right there so VERY do want.

I mean. Let's not even get into the fact that this is gonna feel Really weird to Poe, and there's also the debate of who is bigger

I'm just saying this is all your fault Tifa I never had to think of these things before now.

Surprisingly quiet as the cool air of the ship hits him, just a small huff of breath-- he knows he shouldn't do this. He knows this changes things. He's not sure Rey comprehends that yet, or would ever understand it. Hell-- she probably doesn't even fucking get that he's a delicate virgin boy who's never had a girlfriend (~~Because he murdered his first that's totally why~~) and this is all going to tear Ben Solo to shreds. Which... is ironic. She wants to destroy Kylo Ren, and all she's doing is bringing him further to the surface.

There's no soft assurances or tenderness when he enters her. He smears her across himself from where she's soaked his gloves, and aligns himself to her entrance. One hand grabs a hold of her hip, the other presses her face further into the ground as he slams his hips into hers.

He wants to hurt her. He wants her to give up on him. He wants her to turn away and leave him in peace. This conflict would destroy him, it already had-- and she continues to hold out hope in some already snuffed out light. The he was some version of himself that had long since been driven out and drowned.

And yet when he enters her it knocks the breath out of him. Too sudden, too much-- his stomach practically lurches from the pleasure. From the way she squeezes him, from her heat-- and the fact that she had been his. He bends over her, with her. She'll feel the brush of his tunic across her back, the harsh breath he takes and how he's practically trembling. A momentary respite from his aggressive assault.

But only momentary. Even before he's completely ready to start, his grip tightens on her hip and he starts to rock his hips against hers.

This is gonna be so weird for poe. ]

[ He's right. She's lying to Poe.

She squeezes her eyes shut, bites down on the tears that want to come. It's not Poe she wants. It never has been, but she's been doing this with him anyway, catching stolen moments, fooling herself. It had seemed like the only thing she could do when the bond opened then, what the Force must have been calling for: it wanted her to show Kylo that he had lost her. That he was losing her, that this was the cost of the Dark, but—

She feels it lick up like churning water around both of them now, inky and black and fathomless.

Behind her, Poe asks if she wants it. Ruts his cock along her ass, squeezing himself between the muscle. Then between her thighs. All this while Kylo gets himself ready. She's already gasping and panting, flushed because she's never had it so good.

She's his. That was the real fool's errand, the start. It was never going to be anyone but him. In that way, when he lines himself up and shoves in, pressing her face into the floor of the base, she almost feels like she deserves it.

She croaks out a sudden cry because as wet as she is, as shamefully aroused as she is by all of this, she still isn't ready for the way he stretches her open. She'll be sore for days, torn in tiny imperceptible ways.

And he, stars, he doesn't even wait. He bends over her like they're lovers and gathers himself and then he's pumping into her.

'You really want this, don't you? Just listen to you, I'm not even in yet and—' Poe's talking. She can barely focus on it because her whole body feels like one overstimulated nerve. ]

Yes. [ She pants out the word, begging. She squeezes around Kylo in anticipation, a strangling sort of clamping of muscles that tries to hold him in. ] Kriff. [ She can't handle it. Forming coherent replies tries to escape her. ] Yes, fuck me. [ She raises her voice a little. ] Use me however you want.

[ She's choked off of the next thing she starts to say because Poe's cock slides into her and—

And it's strange. Fuck how weird this probably is for Poe, but it's weird as hell for Rey who is getting fucked by both of them at once. She can feel them both, even where they occupy the same space, because Poe's angle is different and he's hitting different spots. This becomes more when Poe sets a slightly off-kilter rhythm from Kylo. Every time one pulls back, the other thrusts in, and it's—

Too much, really. Like they're actively in competition now, but only one of them knows the other is there. Tears are streaming down her cheeks. Poe's concerned, asking, 'Is this alright? Rey?' ]

Don't stop. Make me yours.

[ It's not clear which of them she means. Maybe she thinks Poe can save her from Kylo, or maybe it's the certainty that she'll never want anyone else the way she wants Ben, and she's begging him to take her back from Poe. To fuck her senseless and claim her. ]

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kylo ren { STAR WARS } ota

hate & maybe vaguely cuckolding

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How. Weird are you ready to go? (I already know the answer. Super fucking weird)

you know me so well

Anyone else I'd ask first but I'm like "this is tifa. GET WEIRD"

look i have a brand and i embrace that brand. sometimes that brand is the weirdest DP ever.