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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.
The Winter Soldier | James "Bucky" Barnes
Brock Rumlow
2 - Trying to fight it
Which meant for the time being, while she could, she's avoiding the other.
6 - Feedback
Her hand slides down along her stomach a bit more, moving to slip between her legs.
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He picked up a bellpepper and turned it over to check for bruising. He paused, feeling a suffusion of heat that definitely had been there a moment before. There was a ghost of tingling along his stomach and he stuffed the pepper into a bag and added it to his basket. It was probably nothing... just some residual effect of them being parted or something, right?
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However, he made it a point to be waiting to at least watch her and smirk when she came back. He was in his full tactical gear, having just completed a mission for SHIELD only an hour before. When he saw her, he gave her a coy wink.]
How's the soul feeling today?
Re: Brock Rumlow
Ward didn't want to be anywhere that Rumlow was. He'd heard about the man, heard what a dick he could be. Like his former mentor, he got the task done and didn't care about the consequences. Ward did what he was ordered to do, but since meeting the others, he struggled internally. He never mentioned it, but Coulson and his team had been more of a family to him that Garrett.
When they found out about him, HYDRA had come in and retrieved him, bringing him to Rumlow and the others. He was too useful, or so he had heard them say. With his cover blown, was that really the case anymore?
At least he was grateful he wasn't dead. Yet.
He'd met Rumlow only once so far. Still, once was enough for him. He could feel it the moment they met. And he hated it. Never had he expected a soul bond with that douchebag. Since then, he'd done everything he could to keep his distance.
Hiding out in the weapons locker, Ward cleaned his gun for the millionth time. At least here, nobody could find him.
9 –Jealousy [ idk what i am doing ]
…Everything that had happened did, he had fallen, she had fallen, she had woken up alone in this new century and feeling that missing link from her soul bond and then she had found him again, when he had tried to kill her and had been so confused at feeling that familiar tug once again, and of course all the things he had gone through made their situation a bit complicated.
Sure she had managed to bring Bucky back and the work on his recovery was still a work on progress, and while they were both aware they were soul bonded, they hadn’t exactly done anything about it just yet. Their bond was still there, surprisingly enough despite all that had happened but then it was probably because he hadn’t exactly been that conscious about betraying her, but the thing is that they…well they hadn’t gone about re-affirming it just yet.
A slight and what kind of felt as a slight intimate touch against her arm snapped her back to her senses, she looked up to find Tony’s smirking face and she couldn’t help but smile back. It was odd how a disastrous one night stand, which had been just awful, had ended making them kind of friends and now he felt comfortable enough to flirt with her from times to times, since it didn’t bothered Pepper and it’s not as if it meant anything. She turned when she saw movement from the corner of her eye and smiled a bit. “Hey there, Buck.”
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He'd been picked up recently, the scarring across most of his body still healing and giving him a distinct pink colouration when he walked around without sleeves to his shirt. He almost always did. He was gathered with a few other agents waiting to be extracted from the country or given a new mission. It was as close to a closed door meeting that HYDRA ever had really.
Rumlow met Grant Ward in a dingy little place, and he knew immediately without having to be told who the man was. His eyes had followed the other but mostly kept to himself as the bond flared between them as he had been told it would with the bonded. Well that just threw a wrench into his plans, especially dealing with a kid like that. However, as much as the situation was a piece of shit, he recognized its uses as well. Ward was a good agent, excellent in combat and undercover when that cover wasn't blown. He could have bonded with worse.
He finally made his approach when he knew that no one would be watching, pushing open the door to the weapons locker and leaning on the door frame. "You keep cleaning that and everyone is going to think you're having second thoughts about your life choices."
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The bond was sluggish but there, tugging him along with the expectations that someday when he was normal and completely functional, something good might be waiting for him on the other side. It generally had him able to follow Stephanie around save when he was working on something for himself internally or working out. Emotions were difficult to cope with, so he had to use his body to get them out.
Still, he had to be functional. He ate, he worked out, he showered. He had just finished his shower of the morning and went in search of Stephanie to find out if there was a plan for the day; if not, he might just find a park bench and people watch to pick up on things. He wandered around, hands behind his head as he pulled his long hair into a ponytail high up on his head to keep out of his way.
Moving silently, he found Stephanie and Tony together, and he knew that smirk that Stark wore. It had an knowing invitation to it, and he didn't know why he felt suddenly so hot and irritated. "Hello," he said with an edge to his tone. He glanced aside. "...you look busy. I'll come back later." He turned to leave.
As discussed, that awful idea with the Rumlow and Bucky fanart
There was at least still a use for Captain America seventy years ahead in the future even Steve Roger wished otherwise. A mission with the Strike Team to take down a terrorist cell holding up an isolated village in Eastern Europe. Nothing he had not done in a similar fashion both in the war with the Howling Commandos and in the recent past with the Strike. However, what was different this time was that instead of acting as the vanguard as usual he was the rear guard instead while the Strike Team rescued the hostages, based on reports that there was man that SHIELD was especially keen to take in alive that had been seen with the terrorists.
He crouched down low behind a stone wall and listened carefully at the reports filtering through the communicator in his ear. Things had been quiet on his end. Almost too quiet and he hefted the shield carefully on one arm as he checked his surroundings again, then charged through the open gate, bashing one guard almost casually with his fist before heading towards the isolated house on to of the hill where reports had listed either more hostages were kept or the terrorist leader himself was staying.
Meeting and jealousy
She was nothing more than a science experiment. Something for people to observe, take notes on, poke, prod, and test her limits. Now it was time to see if she was worth keeping around.
Her and the other clones were summoned to the debriefing room to discuss their newest target. Some diplomat that needed to be brought down for one reason or another. Sarah wasn't paying too much attention, instead she was throwing teasing glances at the other men in the room. One of them seemed like he'd be up for the task of going for a quick tryst when the room became utterly quiet.
Another soldier walked in, one of HYDRA'S prized weapons. Sarah's gaze turned from the soldier she was silently flirting with to see who walked in. Her heart began to speed up, her hands sweaty and sudden urge to get closer.
Weren't these the feelings that described as a..no, god no. Her life was fucked up enough as is! The brunette bowed her head to avoid eye contact, waiting to be dismissed and ignore The Winter Soldier.
Rough Bond/Dirty Thoughts
It left her...wanting him, and damnit, she hated him for it. She hated him for it, she hated herself for it and wished she could shoot him for it.
In imagining all the lovely ways Sarah would love to spend her time, her thoughts wandered to the last time they were together. The rush, the intensity and the high that came from going at each other. Sarah found herself biting her lower lip, and forced herself to stop thinking. He could be listening in on her thoughts, no doubt with a smirk on his face, and plotting some way to torture her.
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"Maybe I am?" Tilting his head, he turned and gazed up at Brock. He didn't smile, didn't show any emotion on his face as he took in the man before him. "Maybe I just like to be ready?"
The scarring was something he had heard about, but not seen. Not yet. Even in a secret organization, people talk. Some more than others. Ward grew good at listening.
"Gonna come in or just spy ok me all day?"
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They all understood and had probably banked on that bond to more or less keep Bucky on line, as tenuous as their bond was it was still there and still had enough of an effect. Which was why she was able to notice the slight irritation on his tone though she could be mistaken as well, they couldn’t read the other as well as they did before, but before she could open her mouth Stark beat her to it.
“Nah, we are not busy at all, Buckster, right Stephy?”
She just looked a bit startled at the new nickname before sighing a bit. “Are you hungry? We were about to have breakfast or at least I was since Tony seems to survive only with coffee.”
A grin appeared on Tony’s face before he wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “Yes do stay with us, we are all friends here, aren't we?”
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He nailed her when he had to, stayed close when it was required, but he wasn't there often either. Being a major player to two organizations took up a lot of his time, but he still put aside time to annoy Sarah as much as possible with just his presence. Really, it didn't take any more than that. He especially liked the times where they had to go on missions together. Her only real revenge came now and again, and he cursed her colourfully whenever it happened.
Like now.
Ugh, HYDRA meetings were always awkward when half-erection and he mentally sent her back a nasty thought of what he was going to do to her with rope and his belt later. He then left the meeting twenty minutes later to track her down so he could force her to endure his presence for a little while.
"Thinking about me again, sweetheart? Must want me bad or you're really bored."
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"Miss the old crew now that you're stuck with this one?" Of course, he could appreciate someone wanting to be at the ready, but Ward was such an easy target when sneaking off to be alone. He just had to go and pick on the guy a bit for the sake of having something to do.
"I was just checking in to make sure you weren't doing some double-dealing. We all know we're all good at it after all," he said with a knowing smirk.
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He was hungry, but his stomach tightened at the familiarity that Tony gave with his bond, and he knew that sometimes bonds mated with others. He knew that he had no right to be upset or react at all, since Tony was known to be a flirt and had interest in Stephanie. He even suspected that they had mated once before he had come back into the picture as much as he was now. It still made his shoulders tighten and his expression darken with hot jealousy.
He wasn't like that, like them. Not yet.
"I'm not hungry," he said through clenched teeth and turned his back on the pair. "We'll see each other later," he added in a neutral tone, beating down the unfair emotion that threatened to boil over and stalked away.
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Something flared outside of usual sharp coldness that he lived in, something hot and pleasant. The kind of pleasantness that he associated with a summer breeze moving through a field of wildflowers when he had choked the life out of a woman and her two children on orders. The smell of the flowers had been tantalizing and warm, drawing him to another place even as he completed his mission. Now it was associated with that woman who he had no permission to choke in the same way.
Since he was wearing goggles, he could watch her without drawing attention to himself. His hands remained loose at his sides and he didn't move while the new debriefing was going on. Who was she? He wondered what he was supposed to do with her now that he wanted to stand next to her. This hadn't happened in the memories that he had.
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All she had to do was stay away from the Soldier until they had to leave. She could busy herself by getting it on with the random guy she saw. Yes, that would do. A quickie would clear her head and leave her clear headed in time for the mission.
At least that was the plan until one of her Superior Officers called her back. The clones were to receive further instructions and would be operating under the Winter Soldier. Bloody hell. She wanted to shoot herself, or stab her own thigh if it meant getting away. But no, she was forced to stay with him. Just hold out till Cosima, or Helena get here...fuck. She kept her distance from him and opted to stay silent. Best to not make conversation with him, right?
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He knew how much the brunette could take and didn't hold back. Sometimes that's what she hated about him. And for rare occasions, it was one of the reasons why she liked him. Love wasn't in her lexicon, nor could it ever be applied to killers like them.
By the time Brock tracked Sarah down, she was in the training facility, prepping to go a few rounds with a punching bag or another soldier. She needed to take her frustration out in a way that didn't involve Brock, or cutting his face up. Her hair was tied up in a messy ponytail, dressed in basic gear, and in the midst of wrapping her hands. Brown eyes were focused on wrapping the bandage around her left hand.
"Not by choice, I assure you." Like hell she'd ever admit she willingly thought of him.
"Sod off, I don't have time t'entertain you."
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And maybe that was why, after that incident in the kitchen, Stephanie had made it a bit of a mission to spend as much time with Bucky as she could manage without being to overbearing or grating on his nerves. Which no one in the tower questioned, since it wasn’t rare for soul bonds to try to gravitate to each other and be near the other after a long separation or if something that had endangered their lives had happened, God knew that had happened when Clint returned and Natasha hadn’t let him out of her sight, Stephanie was kind of doing the same in a way.
She did missed her best friend and soul bond, she of course knew things wouldn’t be the same, but she had no trouble adapting to who he was now and she hoped she was showing that to him.
But every time, every time she felt as if she was making some progress, somehow Tony appeared and did something that seemed to set off Bucky and he ended storming off, which left her starting all over again and with Stark looking a mix between amused and expectant as if waiting something, really Pepper should return like ASAP since he clearly was to bored and unpredictable without his bonded around.
She was hoping that today things will be better; Bucky had after all agreed to have breakfast with her after what had happened the previous night when Tony had clung to her and whined about being bored. “I was thinking about going to the park today, do you want to come with me?”
She had been pouring coffee for them when low and behold a very sleep deprived Tony appeared, made a bee line for the coffee, stealing a mug and promptly pressed a kiss against her lips, “Thank you, babe, just what I needed!” And just moved to find the sugar, leaving her standing there in shock and feeling maybe just a bit uncomfortable.
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If he wanted to think that it was some residual effect of them being parted, who was going to stop him. However, it has nothing to do with that at all. No, it has to do with the fact that he isn't home and she's getting bored. Something that was hard to do when it came to her. Normally she'd be working on her sketches, but not today.
No, her fingers move between her legs a bit more and caress along her clit, soft moan slipping from her lips. Sorry, Bucky, you may or may not get through the market aroused by the end of the shopping trip. More than likely aroused more than not.
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They hadn't interrogated her yet nor wiped her mind. Not just yet, at least. Though that was on their agenda for the day and something Rumlow knew. So when she hears his voice cut through her thoughts, she narrows those hard eyes on him. Making sure to keep her distance from the man.
"My soul feels just fine. It's nothing you should worry about."
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He'd go back if he thought Coulson would take him, but he knew that Phil didn't want him. No amount of groveling would ever get him back in.
"No double dealing. Just trying to keep myself busy. If I don't, I might go crazy. Well... crazier." He smiled and went back to cleaning his gun, trying not to focus on Brock. His body threatened to betray him. Ward hoped if he ignored it, that maybe he wouldn't feel the feelings he felt for his bond. Especially when he was so close.
"Want me to do double dealings? Need some help with something?" He shrugged his shoudlers as he worked. "I'm listening."