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The Glowing Chest Soulmates Meme

the glowing chest soulmates meme

It's easier to understand metaphors when they're not metaphors. The human brain just prefers concrete information. Luckily for you, you live in a world where there's one less abstract; for as long as you can remember, you've known about the glow. The "glow" is exactly what it sounds like - it's a glowing in your chest, emanating from your heart, that you receive when you meet the one. Your soulmate. Your actual, indisputable soulmate.

The glow doesn't always automatically happen when you meet that person. Sometimes, there's a delay. Sometimes, you've known them for years before it kicks in. When it happens, though, you'll know. You can't simply ignore your ribcage lighting up.

Other than that, the glow isn't harmful, per se, at least not physically. Psychologically, it can be pretty taxing, because there's virtually no chance of escaping fate. You will end up with the person you glow for. It's a given. Sure, you can try to defy it. You won't explode or anything. You will, however, begin to feel a sense of incompleteness that comes from trying to stay away, and fighting the growing - and glowing - feelings of fondness and the desire to be with them and to protect them.

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at first sight ♡ The traditional glow. Of course, this can make first meetings awkward.
friends ♡ You've known each other for a while, then one day, you both light up.
exactly who you wanted ♡ Yes! Jackpot! They're totally the person you've always dreamed of being with.
hate ♡ ...are you serious? They're your bully! Your rival! Your enemy! There has to be something wrong here.
forbidden ♡ You're glowing for somebody totally wrong, whether it's wrong by law - a relation or age difference - or some other manner.
distaste ♡ You view this whole process with a critical eye. Doesn't mean your exempt.
with someone else ♡ You thought you found the one and were just waiting for the glow to show, but then, you started up with another person.
inopportune time ♡ Nobody likes their big speech ruined by a glowing heart.
unfortunate implications ♡ These sorts of memes rarely explore how creepy the idea of soulmates intrinsically is. What if you end up with someone you are ultimately incompatible with? What if you're miserable?
doing something big ♡ They just saved you from certain death! Rescued you from captors! Loaned you five bucks! And how do you repay them except by starting off their glow.
fighting it ♡ Nope. Nope. Not going to happen. You won't give in. You'll be the first in history to shake it off.
giving in ♡ ...you were saying? Might as well get together.
first time ♡ The obligatory sex option. Sex is like sealing the deal, and some report their whole bodies lighting up.
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Did he have a praise kink? He might have a praise kink. There had been no reason for John to explore it before, but he's liking it between the touches and words. He groans in pleasure as Todd's hips shift forward and he does his best to encourage more of this. His jaw goes slack as he pulls back a little to let the Wraith try thrusting into his mouth.

I'll give you surprises, he thinks to himself.

John is not fragile. Todd knows this. When the human shows so clearly that he enjoys doing what he does, Todd has no reason to doubt. The encouragement is all he needs to start directing the pleasure he receives, fingers threading into John's hair and gripping even as he starts moving his hips in longer but still slow strokes. He isn't forceful, but there is a shift in control.

As John releases his control over what he's mouth is doing, his mind goes wonderfully still and he's no longer trying to overthink things. He becomes more intent on what his hands are doing, moving his fingers in waves up and down the spines in time with Todd's hips.

It isn't long before he needs to move one his hands to his own aching cock to stroke it. He's not out to torture himself at the moment.

The slide of lips and tongue over hard flesh is threatening to drive the Wraith to his limits. Finally, with a regretful groan, he pulls away, slipping out from between John's lips with a wet pop, pulling firmly on his hair to tilt his face up. Despite the bright sunlight, the Wraith's normally slitted pupils are blown wide with lust. "Keep this up, and you will have to wait if you want further use of me." He would recover quickly enough, but the fact is that John's talented mouth could quickly drive him over the brink of climax.

John licks his lips, straining his neck to keep a clear view of how much he's managed to affect Todd. It's a tantalising sight, and he is incredibly tempted to keep going. Sex can wait, this is almost as good. "I can wait, I like seeing what my mouth can do to you." His lips quirk up into smirk. "Don't tell me that you want to pass up a chance of coming in my mouth."

The deep, rumbling growl is answer enough, and all John gets before Todd steers the human's mouth back onto his cock. He's no longer so careful, counting on John stopping him if it becomes too much, and allows himself to give into the pleasure. It doesn't take long before he does come, releasing John's hair to give him freedom of movement even as he arches back, letting out a drawn-out moan of pleasure.

John makes no moves to stop Todd, the rougher it gets, the more he seems to enjoy it. The slide of the cock, the tugs on his hair consume him and he can think of nothing else. He's nearly moaning from pleasure himself as Todd's hands release and he pulls back enough to be able to swallow comfortably. His fingers dig into the other's side as he works and he finishes with a final swirl of the tongue to make sure there are no drops spilled.

He sinks back on to his heels and straightens up. He'll get his breath back in just a second, but his self satisfied smirk says it all.

That smirk remains unwitnessed for a moment, as Todd just sits back on his knees, head leaned back and eyes closed, just enjoying the sun warming his skin and the aftershocks running through him. Then he rolls his neck, an eye cracking open a sliver to lazily gaze at his lover sitting there, looking so very satisfied with himself. He has every right to be. Who knew humans had such talents?

For a moment all is quiet and still, but only for a moment, before Todd springs from restful inaction to action, bolting forward to tackle his lover and push him backwards, onto the sand, hands gripping his upper arms to pin him to the ground, legs straddling the human's thighs. "With you looking so smug, one might think you believe us to be done." A smirk stretches thin lips, baring sharp teeth. "We are far from it, I assure you."

It takes less than the time it takes John to blink to find himself pinned down. The smirk barely leaves his face, and he's definitely not unhappy with this turn of events. There isn't much wriggle room like this and his pupils dilate as he makes a quick assessment of his limits.

"I think that round went to me," he says and sounds as smug as he looks. "What have you got in min this time?"

"That depends." Still keeping Sheppard pinned, the Wraith moves to press a knee between the human's thighs, getting him to spread his legs until he can settle there. "On how much more you can take." Todd knows better than to mistake John for being fragile just because he is human, but all the same he's not as hardy as Wraith. He simply can't be, and it's better to learn the limit ahead of time, rather than too late.

"I'll let you know when I find a limit." He pauses as he stretches out and figures he should offer some honesty. Todd needs to be able to trust him, or a lot of great sex could be cut short on a regular basis. "I'm a little out of practice, but I still feel like I'll be able to walk around without bowed legs tomorrow. Seriously. Do you want me to give you some kind of signal the second I think it might be too much?"

"That would be preferable, yes." Letting go of the grip he has on John's arms, no longer keeping him pinned but still hovering over him, he leans down to nuzzle and lightly nip at the man's neck. "Do not ever doubt that I will stop if you tell me to."

John stretches his neck out with a low moan of please. "I know, I trust you on this." Now there is a bond between them, John is sure of it. In hurting him, Todd might as well be hurting himself. "I'll say Rumpelstiltskin, and I can work something else out if you ever want to try a gag."

He brings a hand up to rest at the back of Todd's head. "This bond maybe a little weird, but I like what I am seeing."

The reference of course goes right over Todd's head as just another strange word, but he's hardly about to waste time inquiring about it. Not now. But even if he doesn't understand the meaning of the word, he understands the point of it here. That's all he needs to know.

The old Wraith pushed up lightly against that touch, lifting his head away from John's neck to instead to press his lips to his lover's. Kissing may not exactly come naturally to him, but it is a show of affection that he's more than willing to adopt.

John is pretty sure he is never going to need to invoke the name Rumplestiltskin, Todd's got good instincts and he considers the matter laid to rest. With a contented hum he leans contentedly into the kiss, kissing is something he can do all day. His fingers find a stray hair couple of hairs and he twines his fingers between them. He could get used to this, really fast. It's surprising how normal this feels.

He parts his lips invitingly.

The slight tug on his hair ensures that the Wraith isn't going anywhere. When John parts his lips he deepens the kiss, tongue touching tongue.

Hands roam, claws scratching lightly down John's chest and belly, until hands reaches to hook under his thighs, pulling his legs up until they are resting on the Wraith's shoulders.

John is going to find it very hard to kiss a human again after this, he prefers this contrast of warm tongue and sharp teeth. It presents a wonderful problem because he's never sure what is coming next. It's good thing this is his soulmate.

His body shifts, responsive to every light touch, and wow he feels exposed like this. He's got no real leverage, and that hand could bring him pleasure, or feed from him and he wouldn't be able to, or want to say no.

Todd moves slowly, and he isn't being particularly forceful. And yet there is something there, a firmness that suggests there isn't any room for argument, that he's in command and he'll do what he wishes.

He makes his way down, with both tender kisses and sharper bites to leave makes behind, from throat to chess, and down, until he with his hands gripping John's hips dips his head down between his legs, clever tongue running over his balls and back to his ass.

John responds to it, and there will be times for cheekiness, and seeing how much he push Todd's buttons. Now he's too busy exploring what it means to be incoherent from gentle domination. Everything is hazy, and it's down to a series of explosions of pleasure and pain. Right up until the tongue goes to work.

It sets him on fire, every nerve jingling and he makes it known, with a variety of heart felt swears. 'Your tongue.' It is all he can think, he can feel how different it is to a human's. The rougher texture leaves him breathless. He lifts his head a little to see Todd at work and he shudders at the look of pure lust still in the Wraith's eyes. He gives up on trying to send words, and sends the emotions, and the blissed out, floating feeling.

Todd can feel it. The pleasure radiates from his newfound lover, heavy and warm, urging him to continue. As if he needs the encouragement.

He takes his time with it, pleased with John's enjoyment of his ministrations, and wanting to make him as relaxed and open as possible. And, it gives himself ample time to recover, once again growing hard and ready.

Hands move, stroking over warm skin, until the Wraith finally moves up, settled between John's legs and seeking his eyes, wordlessly asking for permission to continue.

John becomes as pliant as liquid metal under Todd. His mouth doesn't shut up, but his body is all Todd's. "You don't need my permission," he says hoarsely, "You already have it." And he will always have it, unless his body can't withstand the same as a Wraith.

"Promise. You don't need to check. Fuck me."

Is he underestimating the man below him? Perhaps a little. But new as this is, and because he knows he is stronger and can withstand more, it is better to err on the side of caution. But, John has a wonderful way to assuring him, and he won't argue, and he doesn't need to be told twice. He learns.

Reaching down between them to steady himself, he starts to press inside, slowly at first put as John relaxes it gets easier to slide in, burying himself to the hilt inside the other man. He takes a moment to breathe, to simply enjoy the feeling of the tight fit and the heat surrounding him. Then he starts to move, with slow, deep strokes of his hips.

John is probably going to over estimate himself, so with Todd's more cautious approach they will strike the right balance. Todd has nearly driven him to distraction with his touches and tongue that he relaxes quickly around the other. His eyes snap open and lock on Todd's face. His own expression is filled with lust and a sense of peace now that he's found his other half. It is that knowledge that makes the sex truly spectacular.

His breaths are coming out in a series of small moans. He reaches up to find Todd's spines and rub them in time with the strokes. This is about both of them. With each new trust John finds it harder and harder to separate them, they are two halves of one whole..

The find a rhythm together. With the bond established between them, as souls belonging together, it is so easy to move as one, almost impossible not to. There's no need to think and analyze, just to be and react and feel.

As the pleasure and passion grows, the thrusts start to come harder, faster, touches less light, little nips becoming sharper bites. The old Wraith is not shy about showing his enjoyment, and thought he isn't exactly verbal, he is vocal enough, with everything from moans to growls to sighs telling of his pleasure.

John forgets to keep himself contained, forgets that he's got a front to maintain, and becomes almost as loud as Todd. Words are long gone and it's a series of noises, broken with gasps. They build until he feels like he could almost black out with pleasure. He comes with a yell, his fingers scrambling at Todd's neck as he clenches around the other's cock.

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