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]

He hated more things than he liked, though he knew how to fake liking more than he faked hating. It was just unfortunate that the soul bond thing existed in the first place and he got wrapped up into it when he had no time for that kind of bullshit. It was just good that their hate for each other was mutual and there would never be any kind of love to get in the way of their missions or their duties. He preferred to never have an attachment that he couldn't break when it suited him, but unfortunately the bond was permanent. That was very unfortunate.

Still, they managed around it, the few times that they reduced themselves to the kind of activity that was required for upkeep and contentment had been few and far between. The times it had happened, it had been rough and engaging, the kind of sex that left him worn out but entirely satisfied even after he rolled out of bed, set her down from being nailed against a locker or hiking his pants up after a trip to the couch. It was all good stuff, but he was just as content to leave.

Then actual life got in the way, he'd almost died and instead lost any chance of getting too far in the United States anymore. He spent months in recovery, carefully monitored from a few medical professional whose over all point of view of life aligned with his own and they hadn't been exposed in the big information dump. They had been the reason he had gotten out, and he slipped away without much thought for his bond. He knew she was out there.

Eventually, the separation was uncomfortable enough to go looking for her. The Soldier was out of HYDRA's hands for the moment, but he didn't care about that. With help of current information, he found her apartment and slipped inside, the first time he had probably been there. It smelled like her, and that soothed some of his rough nerves as he waited for her to return and stalked quietly to the bathroom.

"It can always get worse, sweetheart," he said as he stepped into the doorway. "How about a kiss for old time's sake?"

[legaxtum]

She was pressing a cold damp hand towel on her busted lip, catching the slight trickle of blood and knowing this was something that was going to mend on its own, when she caught a flicker of movement from the corner of her eye and she inwardly cursed when she hear that awfully familiar voice. She finished tending to her lip, before slightly turning to look at him with a blank expression.

“You mean worse than having you in my apartment?” She decided not to dignify the last question with an answer, since she will be more than happy to give him a punch for old time’s sakes. “I really thought that you had died, but then some pests are quite hard to get rid of.”

And she might need to ask someone to keep her location better guarded or to move again, after the whole mess and with all the exposure she had left the apartment where she had been monitoring Steve and it only made place to get a new place, for a brand new start and one that hadn’t included him. It also annoyed her that he was on her place, before everything happened, they had never been in each other places and on the times they had engaged the other in a bed, it had been in hotels and the like, never their actual homes.

“Who took care of you, hmm?” Her eyes flickered over him; it must have been professionals obviously since he wouldn’t have survived otherwise. “You were looking worse than usual last I saw you, darling.”

[infligere]

"Oh it can always be worse, and you know it," he replied as he came to lean on the frame of the bathroom, not actually moving inside to trap her yet. He was confident in the situation and plus, he actually wanted the ability to slip away if she somehow had some stupid panic button somewhere in there. He was not getting caught for taking a risk to come and see her. However, already, the strain was lessening. Basking in his presence was enough, the bond satisfied that he had done what was required for comfort for the time being.

"If I had died, you'd have been the first to know. The bond breaks and then you get the pleasure of wallowing in depression and then following me into death," he said conversationally. Because he had a bond, it meant that he had looked into the ins and outs of it, especially given that they stood on opposite sides and he couldn't have something like her getting killed off mess up his real life choices. It wasn't that ironic to him that it had almost been him to take them to death together.

"I have friends in high places, I guess. A real smooth guardian angel," he said with a shrug. The scarring was minimal, skin grafts clean. The real miracle of science and becoming a HYDRA experiment of his own for a month or two. Whatever. "You're looking the same. Got a boyfriend yet?"

[legaxtum]

There was a slight roll of her eyes at that comment. “Don’t tell me you have come all this way to remind me of that fact?” Not that she needed, much less wanted a reminder of it. She carried on with what she was doing, taking care of the barely there scraps she had after having helped captain Rogers and while she didn’t looked overly tense about having him there, it didn’t meant she had lowered her guard around him, it will be stupid to do so.

“You know that’s probably the only perk about this, that if I ever were to die, no matter how much you try you will die and it will be one less annoyance in this world.” Maybe that was why, since the reveal of his loyalties, she hadn’t minded as much the idea of dying during a mission, since despite the sheer hate they felt, cold hard facts were that they were linked and if one fell the other will as well. It was one of the very few satisfactions she had with this and even if he had been the one to die, and she had to follow, it will still be satisfying to know he wasn’t part of this world anymore.

She snorted at that, a guardian angel her ass; bastards like him had nothing of the sort, more like sheer damn devil’s luck. Once she was done tending herself, she stashed everything on the counter under her sink and moved to walk past him, with a small shrug. “I wouldn’t call him a boyfriend, but he fulfills his intended purpose.”

[infligere]

No, he didn't feel that he had to explain why he had come at all, since it should have been obvious by now. The bond would only allow them so long of a separation before it began to hurt, and while they worked at SHIELD it was fine since their proximity at times eased the strain of not taking their bond further. Now he had been gone too long to survive and heal, and he was back to get that little taste of the bond so he could slip away again, aware that she would never follow just as he wouldn't.

"Well it's good to know you've found the perks of this whole thing," he replied with a chuckle. "You could save the world a whole bunch of trouble and off yourself and force me to go wit you if it meant that much to you." He couldn't kill her after all; the bond refused to allow him to do more than hurt her a bit, accidental or otherwise.

He stepped aside to let her pass him by, tilting his head as if to avoid getting to close. There was the momentary thrill of her passing so closely to him but it was gone once she had moved out of close proximity again. "I hope I don't have to fake some manner of jealousy. I'm pretty vengeful you know."