The Soul Bond Meme

[disassembling]

"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


Now made with 10x more awful because Brock Rumlow is involved in it. I regret nothing and neither should any of you.

Comments

[infligere]

Yeah well, he couldn't blame a man wanting to keep busy in downtime like this, but it seemed that skulking away and servicing a weapon was a poor way to do it. For one, it seemed to him that most of the guys here were in some ways suspicious of each other, no doubt all aware that any one of them would possibly slit the throat of the other if it came down to it. He and Ward would be in worse danger given that there was a bond between them in play. It made them both doubly vulnerable, and he really disliked that sensation. At least they couldn't or wouldn't kill each other off.

"Well, I suppose with all the time on our hands, it's kind of pointless to constantly be thinking about the good cause that we serve," he said with a sigh. He had had plenty of time to think about it in the hospital anyway, so it was just a matter of working himself into good position again.

"Nope, I apparently have no use for double-dealing now that my name's out in the open. I can be who I am and not have to fake my way," he replied with a shrug of his shoulders. "However, we should get something straight... no one finds out about us. I doubt I have to impress upon your imagination what might happen if it does with this lot we're staying with."

[hashisreasons]

Ward nodded his head, slowly putting the gun back together. He did not load it, making sure that Brock was aware of that fact. He really did not want to hurt his bond, even if the anger was starting to rise in him. He did not ask for this. It's the last thing or person he wanted right now. "You think I want them to fucking find out? That's the last thing I want, trust me." His eyes narrowed and he glared up at Brock. "I could tell you the same thing. You better not say something or I won't be forgiving."

Rising to his feet, he moved over to Rumlow, standing right in his face. "The good cause we serve? Really?" He lowered his voice so that only Brock could hear him. "I will do what I have to. This is my place now and I will be loyal to it, but let's not kid ourselves?" Because really, there was no other place for him now. "The cause we serve is a cause, but it isn't necessarily a good one. And what else should I do besides clean my gun? Have you looked around? Because I don't see us going anywhere anytime soon."

Reluctantly, he took a step back from Brock. His body liked that they were close too much and he couldn't have that. Not now. "If you have a suggestion, I'd love to hear it."

[infligere]

Well he was glad that they were on the same page when it came to their little 'relationship' glitch that had happened when they made eye contact with each other the first time. He knew that Ward was a good enough agent to not waste words on threats unless the man meant them, and it wasn't to either of their benefit for anyone to find out. Besides, it wasn't that they actually liked each other. "Yeah well, I like to keep my head on my shoulders where it belongs, which means I have the good sense not to say anything about what is happening between us. Hell, this is really the closest we've been alone together as." And he honestly planned on keeping it that way as long as possible.

He let Ward come to him, as he still leaned casually on the door of the weapon's room where his bond had hidden away. He raised an eyebrow when Ward leaned in, feeling the warm thrill of being close to his bond and fought with himself to keep a straight face now that they were this close to each other. "Unlike you, my slippery friend, I believe in the cause. The world is a better place when the trash that crowds this planet are eliminated, and I'll see it happen or at least get revenge for having it taken from me." No, they were stuck here for now unless they planned on something, which was entirely possible really. He wasn't the type to sit on his hands after all. "If you wanted to be productive, we could be. The world has gone back to shit; we're good enough agents to salvage a few things, no?"

He took a step forward suddenly, eating the distance that Ward had tried to take away. He leaned forward as if to whisper at his bond something romantic. It wasn't. "We could take back some of what was taken from us."

[hashisreasons]

Ward shook his head, staring at Brock with a neutral expression. "Think you and I have different definitions on who the trash is." Because he was sure that Coulson and his team would be trash to Rumlow. Ward? He wasn't so sure he'd put them in that category. He tried hard to toe the line, not get in trouble but it was getting harder to keep his feelings in check.

Not when he felt so bad about how things ended.

Ward closed his eyes, shivering at the proximity of Rumlow in front of him and the breath against his ear. "Just what do you have in mind," he murmured. His voice grew husky, lower in tone as his body betrayed how he was feeling. He hated that he couldn't hide it better. "I... I'm listening," he growled. Beside him, his hands formed into fists and he struggled not to take another step back.

[infligere]

"It would be a real shame if we did," he said, but he could care less what government official would be eliminated for the cause. It really was the scum of the earth that he had been setting his sights on, the predators, the assholes, the greedy. He knew it was human nature to be complete assholes and really stupid sometimes, but his life had been dedicated to seeing a better world in his mind. "What's your definition?"

He noted the shiver but more, he savoured the husky tone. It sent a new thrill through him and forced him to fight with his own body and avoid just reaching out and grabbing Ward to draw the man closer. He wanted some control after all. "We've got weapons here, and I know of a few places where two agents could get in and limit the bleed of important information. We'd be rewarded no doubt," he murmured, his voice a husky caress of its own. "It's have to be planned well first, but you and I are good enough, aren't we?"

[hashisreasons]

"I... I think that some aren't as bad as you think they are." He growled the words, his hands shaking as Brock grew closer. His eyes closed and he swallowed, biting his bottom lip to keep from pouncing on him. He knew how humans could be. A better world could be great, but it wouldn't be easy to pull off.

He swallowed, a shiver running through him. "Just where do you want us to go?" He nodded his head in agreement, his body acting as if it had its own mind separate from him. "I... I'm good at planning." His voice was low, a hunger in it as he stepped closer to Brock. He could picture the man in his mind. All he wanted to do was grab him and drag him out of the weapons locker.

"Don't know you well enough. Are you good?"

[infligere]

"Are you talking about your old team or a part of society in general, hmm?" He knew that they shouldn't get close to each other, but it was difficult to avoid that and talk in secret. This place wasn't that secure for one and for two, the weapons shed was not actually that large. It was easy to get close just moving around it, and as the distance closed, the fight to resist became even harder.

He stepped in, leaning closer so he could feel the gentle shift of air as Ward breathed, but he pretended like this was all just some secret meeting between them. "We'll have to meet up in private to discuss things, but I figure we can be out of here in a week on our own. Together we're good enough agents to get it done without bringing too much attention to ourselves."

He chuckled, his eye falling to the way that Ward's lips moved when the man spoke. "I'm one of the best. How do you figure I got a job rubbing elbows with Captain America, huh? It wasn't my beauty."

[hashisreasons]

"Yea, well who said that you were beautiful?" He smirked at Brock, teasing him to try to take the edge off. He didn't want to talk about his old team, even if Rumlow hit the nail right on the head. He'd felt good with Coulson and the others. It was something he never thought he'd feel before or again. It just felt different being part of a team.

A team that was gone now. His eyes closed and he breathed in deeply, Brock's scent invading his senses. He could feel the man in front of him, imposing even at his average height. "Private..." He sighed softly. The idea appealed to him much more than it should. "I think I can be discreet. Can you?"

He leaned in closer, his lips barely inches from Ward's. "You got to rub elbows with Captain America, hmm? Bet that wasn't the only thing you wanted to rub." Slowly, Ward pulled away from Brock, urging the man to follow him. Leaning down, he picked up his gun, holstering it under his trousers on an ankle support. "Let's take a walk, hmm?"

[infligere]

"Certainly not you and definitely not me," he replied with a smirk. His skills didn't lay with his appearance, though it had at one time been important to him. Now, he didn't really give a crap about it save his hair which was still somehow attached despite all he had gone through. He had a feeling that if that old team would take Ward back, the gut would go. Too bad that option wasn't available for anyone.

They shouldn't be this close, and yet here they were. He could scent the other and he could feel the warmth that radiated off of Ward's body too. It made him want to take a risk when he was in no position to, but he was thankfully enough of a survivalist to know when to keep himself in check. "I know I can be discreet."

He snort at the barb. "I wanted to rub the dirty end of my gun on his lips before I made him eat a bullet," he hissed. He turned the side and let Ward pass him back, giving the other man's backside a pinch that would have been blocked from sight of any cameras in the place. "I need to stretch my legs," he agreed and padded out of the weapon's shed and headed off where they would have some privacy in the forest trees nearby.

[hashisreasons]

Ward followed along dutifully like a good puppy dog. He bit his bottom lip, trying not to think about what he was doing as he watched Rumlow in front of him. The man had a backside that he couldn't stop staring at. The way that his hips swayed with each step, the curve of his ass as it met his thighs. He swallowed, working hard to keep himself in check. He was pretty sure he was failing.

Once they were outside, among the trees where they could hide, he rounded on Brock and pinned him to a tree. It was easier when there were no cameras on them. He didn't want to admit that he liked the pinch to his ass. He liked the feel of Brock's hands on him, even in the smallest instance.

"Well, this is discreet. I'll give you that," he growled. "So, talk. Just what do you want to do? And you want to do it without HYDRA? Are you fucking mad? They took me back when they really shouldn't have. I failed. I do this and we get caught and I have nowhere else to go!" One hand moved down to Brock's hip, keeping the man close, feeling the line of their bodies trapped together.

"Just what is your plan?"

[infligere]

They might have been prisoners until HYDRA could decide what to do with them, but he had still gone about this little attempt at appearing like a farm and knew a few places for privacy. He slipped among the trees, sensing Ward close behind him and if anyone asked, he'd just say he'd convinced the guy to blow him or something. A man had needs, and Ward had such nice lips. Of course, it'd label the guy, but he could work an angle for that to keep the bond safe and secure.

He stepped back at the push and feel his back meet rough bark, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure at the apparent aggressiveness. Now that they couldn't be seen he slipped his hands out to grabbed onto Ward's ass properly so that he could pull the other man in so their hips pressed together.

"There's a scientific research branch of HYDRA about fifty clicks from here, buried underground. It has key information on the serum, and if we can get to it and get people out and get hands on the information, we'd be mighty rewarded," he said, fingers kneading against Ward's ass. "We do it together in the name of HYDRA, and you get to gain face and I get to prove I'm still physically and mentally capable of performing the duties of my job."

[hashisreasons]

"Hmmm, you're physically capable?" He grinned and pushed up against Brock, their bodies rubbing together. He'd been waiting so long, trying to ignore the bond between them, but it didn't help. All it did was make him want Brock more, something he even wasn't sure he was ready for. Biting his bottom lip, he stared hungrily at Rumlow, One of his knees pushing in between Brock's legs and grinding up against him.

Doing things in the name of HYDRA wasn't really on his radar anymore. Still, he had to keep up the pretense of caring. They had taken him back when Coulson didn't. He hated feeling like he did, but in a way, he felt lost. His back arched and he pushed up against Brock, knowing he could be rougher with him than anyone else.

Thinking it over, he wondered if he could get the information and pass it to Coulson and his team. If they would even believe what he said. Shaking his head, he tried to focus on Rumlow, in the moment that he's in, not the SHIELD team. "Why do you want to work with me? Is it just the bond?" He leaned in, kissing Brock hungrily. He wondered what Rumlow actually thought about him or was it just the bond?

[infligere]

"As much as you are and probably more skilled too," he replied with a smirk. He wasn't going to be outdone by anyone, least of a man younger than himself who Garrett had used as some kind of fond recruiting scheme. Yet, he didn't deny that Garrett might have been onto something bringing Ward on board with HYDRA, though he would have liked to have never bonded in the first place. Another HYDRA agent might not be the worst way to go at least.

He allowed his legs to part at the press of Ward's thigh, and he seated himself upon the warm muscled flesh, grinding down to stimulate them both as he purposefully rubbed his knee into his bond's crotch. They shouldn't be doing this, least of all where anyone could walk in on them, but he was losing his resistance at the roughness and the ability to give as much as he could take from another man. Ward was no push over and that was good.

"I'll work with any known good HYDRA agent, and I'm aware of yours skills and your previous mission," he remarked before he wasn't able to talk anymore with the kiss, and he nipped and sucked on Ward's lips before tilting his head back to groan softly as he pulled the other man harder against him. "I've got to respect a man that can hide in plain sight, who can use skills to fool everyone else."