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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.
kylo ren ( STAR WARS ) ota
Rey || Star Wars || F/M
belle ❀ beauty and the beast (2017) → f/m
Loki Odinson | MCU | OTA
Yukinami | Begleiter | m/m
Greed | FMA | ota
dabi (荼毘) - bnha - m/f
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[Lapis never wanted to be a villain. She could've easily been, all things considered - someone whose quirk involves becoming stronger the more suffering there is in the area? Obvious villain. It was through stubborn will and perseverance she became a pro hero, and it's a role she embraces fully (though the 'hero name' requirement was a bit much, which is why she just went with 'Lazuli' to get it over with).
So it makes it worse, when she tried so hard to distance herself from anything villainous, that she has to feel like this towards one. She hates Dabi, she knows she does, but there's something else there that makes it so much more muddled. Something that makes her temper spike when other heroes try to interfere during the times they confront each other. Something that makes her both dread and anticipate seeing him again.
But today isn't supposed to be a day for that, as her apparent new sidekick, an eager young man whose quirk revolved around pain control, seemed insistent on dragging her out 'to relax'. Something she certainly did enough of, but he wanted to get to know his new boss, and so she's following along as they walk through the city. Not really caring that he was keeping close by holding onto her arm, chalking it up as being unused to the city. Plus he had a tendency to hold onto her in general, she noticed - though she didn't appreciate so much when he tried to pull her back from her last fight.
But when she spots something nearby, the faintest flash of blue fire in a dark alley, she doesn't hesitate to tell him to stay put as she already hurries over.]
Stay here, keep watch.
["Wait a sec, Lapis-!" And his words go unheeded as she shuffles past the crowd and into the darkened alley, tense as she only hears the sound of her heels echo. Either something was happening down here, she's mistaken or she's walking into a trap. Lapis will just hope its the former.]
Todoroki Shouto | BNHA
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He was awkward, nerdy, determined as hell, and was known for that bright, shining smile that lit up the room and made interviewers make a beeline for him like wolves to the scent of blood. He was a nice guy, okay? He also had a penchant for terrible fashion choices that made his publicist want to slap him upside the head for wearing anywhere outside of a dark closet.
"Izuku," She'd say, holding her face in her hands, "It's all well and good that you want to support your fellow pro-heroes, but can you please refrain from wearing mismatching merchandise sets when you leave your house? I shouldn't have to hear about a tabloid tweeting about how "Hero Deku is a Fashion Disaster" because you wanted to wear a Ground Zero snapback and T-shirt with powder blue Shouto joggers and All Might flip-flops!"
But there was another thing he was learning about himself. Something he...wasn't quite sure what to do with.
Well, it was more something he should have realized about himself sooner.
Honestly, he should have figured it out that day when he told Kacchan's captors to 'give him back', as though he was an object for him to own. They were childhood friends, though, and like brothers now (a pair of brothers who antagonized and competed against each other at every opportunity, but hey, they weren't perfect) -- it only made sense that he would want to keep the one he'd known the longest close to him and safe.
But then, he started...getting a bit twitchy.
He and Shouto had not been together for long, though Izuku had, as Kacchan so eloquently put it, "eye-fucked Half-and-Half for years". It was all a very embarrassing affair, which involved Kacchan, Shouto, some drinks, and dinner outing that made Izuku a little too loose-tongued around one of his closest friends for his own good.
A few misunderstandings and floods of embarrassment later, here they were.
Something pooled in his gut though whenever he would see interviewers clearly trying to get his attention, or fans making clearly flirtatious gestures at him.
This was ridiculous, though! They weren't even public yet, waiting to feel out this whole relationship thing before they let the tabloids nitpick every aspect of their private lives and potentially strain a very, very good thing. Besides, fans flirted with pro-heroes all the time; it didn't mean anything. He'd had his own fair share of hero crushes growing up, and even as he went through high school, he'd tried his hand at flirting. It ended horribly and the person he was flirting with didn't even know he was flirting at all, but it was something, and he understood that, really! It was unrealistic that just because he would get in a relationship with someone, his popularity would fade--and his popularity was a good thing! That meant he'd go up through the ranks and--
--Deep breaths.
Whenever it happened, he found himself sticking close to Shouto's side, making sure to brush his side more often, to stay within touching distance. He didn't even know he was doing it at first...
He didn't notice until recently.
And maybe he was doing it again. Maybe.
Okay, look, in his defense? That new sidekick was clearly..."eye-fucking" him. Staring up and down Shouto's body like he was a piece of meat, and like they had any claim on him, even if he didn't seem to notice--
Izuku'd stuck around a little too closely after that, even for his liking.
God, was he really jealous? Possessive? The thought made his stomach turn.
He'd unwillingly pried himself from Shouto's side just so he could get his things ready to go, as his shift was over. He was in the locker rooms, stepping out of his costume and hanging it on the rack.
Izuku swallowed.
Don't think about it. Don't think about it. It was just a bad day. He was just going to go home, take a shower, maybe eat some comfort food, and try not to think about this or the uncomfortable feelings it was stirring in his chest.]
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Fortunately, he was handsome, and had the sort of aloof air that allowed people to label him as 'princelike' instead of rude and cold. That worked well enough for him, too - the media knew they wouldn't get much more out of an interview than strictly what they asked, down to the letter, and his publicist had an easy job dealing with his simple, stylish aesthetic, and with him not overstepping any boundaries with fans.
The biggest difference between the two of them, though, was that Midoriya had a normal upbringing. He was allowed - even encouraged - to have crushes and explore feelings, to flirt and be flirted with, to pick up on those social cues, and not just the ones that would advance his hero career.
Shouto's lack of that was what allowed him to coast through school without all the usual romantic drama of a handsome young man his age, sure, but it's what also made him fail to notice Izuku "eye-fucking" him for years, until that one fateful night with a few friends and a few too many drinks. He'd been flustered at the time, wildly confused (him? really?), but had also confessed that his own feelings for Midoriya ran far deeper than friendship.
And so here they were.
They had been working closely together anyway - Shouto's long-range quirk paired extremely well with Izuku's in-your-face style - so it was easy to spend as much time together as they wanted without drawing suspicion. Shouto even came to notice the aforementioned "eye-fucking" and flirting... but only when it was coming from Izuku. Reporters, fans, even sidekicks didn't act any differently than they always had, so of course there was nothing untoward or noteworthy about it, right?
And Izuku just wanted to stick close to his side because they were together.
...right?
It made perfect sense that he wanted to stay even closer after the agency took on a new sidekick, too - the sidekick was a fan of his, and he was training him, so Izuku was right to be concerned, and having two heroes around couldn't hurt. What was strange, though, was how overenthusiastic hero Deku made a point to clock out and get ready to leave right on time today, going so far as to leave Shouto's side to change alone, when he'd gotten used to the other spending their time in the locker room babbling excitedly about the day's events.
A glance to the clock. It's too early for him to leave just yet, and Izuku didn't seem like he was going to stick around today, so he takes a moment to fire off a quick text - asks if everything's okay, tells him he'll come right over after work - before getting back to it.
And, true to his word, even with that new sidekick sticking even closer once Izuku had left them alone, and even with that showing clearly on the news when they stopped a minor attempt at some villain activity or other (a robbery, probably - he was too distracted by Izuku's strange behavior to really take note), he still made a point to leave quickly, right on time, and go straight to Izuku's place, knocking first before moving to use his own key to open the door and let himself in.]
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Really.
The thoughts had floated into a far-off place, far in the back of his mind while his nightly routine came into the forefront. Guilt was forgotten -- at least for now -- and he was ready to relax for a few minutes before taking a shower.
...He really, really shouldn't have turned the television on.
In his defense, he didn't know it was immediately going to turn to a report about Shouto and his new sidekick's exploits. Or that he was going to see a man, on live television, press himself against Shouto and lean slightly against him.
Shouto didn't notice. His eyes seemed vacant, elsewhere.
But that didn't matter.
That feeling charged up like a curdling spurt of bile going up his throat.
Next to that all-wonderful, iron ball sitting in his stomach that we in the biz call "Guilt".
Here he was, getting frustrated and possessive when the source of this was someone else doing the exact same thing! Just. Holy hell, what was wrong with him?
Shower. He needed a shower.
Fast.
He'd scrubbed himself so hard, focused so much on not thinking that he'd almost missed Shouto's text, which sent the complicated emotions flying in overdrive.
He quickly shot back: "Yeah, I'm fine! (〃 ω 〃) I'll see you tonight!"
Come on, he was a grown-ass man. He could deal with a little jealousy. It wasn't as though Shouto would ever cheat on him -- after their history? Even at his most insecure, he was at least secure enough to know that?
So why was he feeling so possessive?
After all, he was the one he was coming to see.
This needed some more thought. He needed to dig deeper into this, figure this out, before it ended up causing problems -- you know, like concerning Shouto. Oh, that thing it already did. Of course he would have seemed off today, come on.
Get a grip, Midoriya.
Hair dried and body freshened, he pulled on his most comfortable pajamas -- a Ground Zero flannel pajama set, complete with grenade-shaped slippers -- walking out of his bathroom and into the living room--
--Just as Shouto was letting himself in.
Oh.
He took a bit longer than he thought, maybe.
Wordlessly, Izuku walked towards him, waiting until the door was closed behind him before going in for a tight hug.]
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So maybe he took a little longer than normal to get home - the bust meant paperwork, and he didn't want to put that off until the morning when the incident was still fresh in his mind, and the new sidekick in question really needed to learn how to file this stuff properly anyway.
Izuku would understand. He'd gone through this sort of thing time and again.
But that does put him getting in with what almost feels like perfect timing. Izuku is freshly out of the shower, in cozy pajamas, and is wrapping him up in his arms before he even gets a chance to toe his shoes off.
So to say he relaxes into the hold is kind of an understatement, when he shifts to bury his face in his shoulder and wrap his arms around him in kind.
He's warm, and smells nice, and Shouto can't help but sigh softly.]
Hey.
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[This. This was satisfying. After the day he'd had, and the feelings that had been swirling around inside, having Shouto in his arms was like a balm, soft and sweet, smoothing over his wounds.
He relaxed right away, he held him right away. He was his--Oh, that again.
His stomach rolled with the feel of something sour, with a quiet, rolling heat.
He pushed it down, opting instead to rub small circles into Shouto's back.]
Hard day?
[He knew he probably should have stepped back enough for Shouto to get his shoes off, but he felt so good like this.
He wanted to have him close like this a little longer. Just a little longer.]
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[It wasn't hard - per se - but it wasn't easy, either. It never could be easy, if anything other than patrolling needed to be done, after all, and there was still the sidekick situation to consider.
Which did seem to be bothering Izuku far more than Shouto.
Not that he can exactly put his finger on why, if he's not told, and when everything seems just fine when they're alone.
The small circles rubbing into his back gets another soft sigh, and has him nestling into Izuku's hold a little further.]
You?
Sorry I took so loooonnnnggggg ;w;
[Shit, he hadn't meant to put it like that. But it is what it is, and there's no taking it back.]
I was a little stressed today.
[Please don't ask for clarification, please don't ask for clarification, please don't ask for cla--]
it's okay!! <33
[He's definitely asking for clarification, when Izuku puts it like that. He hadn't seemed all that stressed today, so to hear that he was? Well, it makes Shouto feel like he'd done him a disservice. He should have been more attentive, caring.]
What's wrong?
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[ Dabi was far from being a caring, generous lover. He wasn't affectionate, only took what he needed, and disappeared for a few days until that scratch needed to be itched again. But, being a villain, that was the nature of the game. He was a far worst brother, though. He still hadn't revealed himself to Natsuo, and his messages to Fuyumi were few and far between. He didn't want them involved in his affairs in the underworld.
Now Shouto? Well, that was Dabi's special case. His youngest brother, his favorite of all his siblings. When he first came against his brother in the dark forest raid, Dabi had every intention to see him again. Shouto wasn't the same little kid he left at home, but he was still baby-face, still young. Dabi found himself wanting to ruin that image. Maybe it was all the memories of their father constantly showering Shouto with endearments, that he was his the protege that would become the next Number One Hero. It always felt like Shouto could do no wrong.
The urges continued to grow though, the more he would sneak off and watch Shouto behind the shadows. He shouldn't find this enthralling, to want to see how far he could break his brother, but the more he watched, the more he wanted. The feeling wasn't all that new, wanting to break apart his toys, but it was new in the fact that he hadn't felt like this towards a potential interest in his bed. What a taboo thing to desire; older brother and younger. It was so forbidden, and yet he wanted it. He couldn't help but wonder, what sort of faces would Shouto make he was on his back, legs spread apart. To his pleasure, Dabi would start imagining that late at night, in the dark pits of his room within the league.
Dabi was fine doing this from the shadows. At least, until he caught something that made his blood boil. Watching within the shadows of an alley while Shouto was out and about with his classmates, one particular friend of his was a little too close for Dabi's comfort. The classmate flirted so obviously, and it took all of Dabi's power to not lunge out and attack in a rage of fire. He watched with cold eyes instead, mind coming up with alternatives to how to fix this scenario. He would need to leave a mark on Shouto that would keep anyone away from his brother. Shouto was his and his alone.
It takes a few more days, and finally a message to Fuyumi for her to ask Shouto to meet near the train station. He had told Fuyumi it was because he wanted to reconnect with his baby brother, nothing more. She had been thrilled to send the message, that 'Touya is here, and wants to see you!'. Dabi had a well thought out plan for what he intended to do with Shouto. It's a little late in the night, when Dabi tells Fuyumi what time he wants to meet Shouto. The streets were empty, and it was easier to hide in the corners of the alleyway, as he waits for his younger brother. Dabi had every intention to make Shouto see the truth. He wouldn't allow his younger brother to become touched or played with by anyone else but him. ]
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[He'd heard, in vague messages and in kept promises to secrecy, that Touya had been in contact with Fuyumi off and on for a little while now. It's not a surprise that she'd be the one to be contacted first - and, really, though Shouto only knew him by name, he was glad that their other brother was still keeping in touch.
He never would have thought that Dabi and Touya were one and the same, so he hadn't thought to say anything, hadn't tried even harder that night in the forest, because he was just a villain like all the others. Bakugou was the target, for both capture and rescue, and that was that.
In the following weeks, though, his thoughts kept drifting back to the way that Dabi had seemed to zero in on antagonizing him, specifically, to how hotly his flames burnt, despite the burn scars covering him, to the striking blue of his eyes.
That last haunted his dreams. They were familiar, but cold, like there was something broken deep inside - and why wouldn't there be? He was a villain after all - and like he should know him, but can't place him.
In time, the thoughts faded to the back of his mind. Dabi was just another villain in the league they'd need to deal with. He had class to attend to, and classmates to hang out with. 1-A went through a lot, but they were still high schoolers, and were still intent on living their ordinary high school life.
Which, from time to time, included flirting. Flirting that Shouto usually failed to notice entirely. Sure, he was getting more and more used to social cues, but flirting - and dating - was for others, not him. So he hadn't thought anything of it at the time, and didn't know to connect it when, a few days later, Fuyumi informs him that Touya wants to meet him.
It's late, but he's more than happy to sneak out of the dorms to meet with the brother he never knew. Even if it is suspect when there's no one in immediate view on the dark streets when he reaches the meeting point.]
Touya? Are you here?
taking a page out of shiggy's book here obvsly
And here he was, playing both of those roles.
It's maybe a little too easy, how he's gotten this far. He would need to make sure that Shouto did not tell Fuyumi what Touya did. She would be very upset for being used. There might not be another chance he gets like this if that were to happen. But, then again, given how much he stalks his youngest brother, Dabi knows he no longer would need Fuyumi as his buffer.
Head ducked, Dabi moves between the few people lingering about, doing his best to keep out of Shouto's eye. It's a dangerous game. Heroes could be lingering about. Dabi would need to strike quickly.
So, when he's close enough, he wraps an arm around his youngest brother's shoulders, pulling him in close. ]
It's been awhile, Shouto Todoroki. [ He hums almost in mirth, trying his best to cover the aggravation that stirs beneath his skin. ] Be a good boy for your brother, and keep walking. It'd be a shame if all these nice citizens were burnt alive, wouldn't it?
[ He's already trying to get his brother to walk with him, towards the darkness of the alley that he hid away in just moments before. It was the easier escape route, not to mention, it would keep them out of sight from anyone who became far too nosy. ]
what a shitty book gosh
He's just about to leave, assuming Touya changed his mind about meeting him, when an arm winds around his shoulders and he's pulled close to a taller body. The voice is familiar, and Shouto is clearly startled as he looks up at him, but the warning comes just in time for him to keep quiet and not exclaim the villain's name.]
You're not my brother.
[Or, at least he hoped he wasn't. He didn't want to believe it, but it made so, so much sense.
At least he's reeling just enough - and unwilling to bring harm to the innocents still milling about - that Dabi has a relatively easy time guiding him off into the darkness.]
kidnapping victims volume 4 of the villain handbook
Wow, can't even remember big brother Touya. I'm a little disappointed, Shouto.
[ He shrugs, isn't concerned about the gritty details of their history together. He would explain later, when they're not so out in the open.
Inside the alley, Dabi doesn't relent, holds onto Shouto. People still stalk about, keeping to themselves. They're mostly criminals, in these dark parts of the streets this late at night. They're still casualties that Dabi will use if Shouto even considers to struggle. ]
Keep it up, Shouto. We're going back to my place. A little better to explain when there's always prying ears about.
[ Prying eyes too. ]
I'm sure you'll want your big brother to give you all the details missing from your life.
ugh!!! villains!!!!!
It probably shows more on his face than he'd like it to.
When he's dragged into the alley, he thinks for just a moment that this is his chance. From the outside looking in, it was dark, appeared to be empty, but once his eyes adjusted, it was obvious there were people milling about here, too. Sure, they could be villains, or criminals, but they were still not meant to be involved in whatever this was.
So he had to stay complacent. Had to go along with Dabi's demands. Had to let him drag him back to his place, which would have the same issue - Dabi's neighbors would simply become the new hostages.
So he was well and truly had, which irritated under his skin, but there was nothing to be done.]
How do I know you're who you claim to be, Dabi?
Thor Odinson | MCU | m/m
Jyn Erso | Rogue One | OTA
Nico Acosta | OC | M/F
Evie Montgomery | OC | F/M