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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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"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.

Todd isn't far behind, driven on not only by the physical pleasure itself, but also by the fact that he can give it, that he can make John feel this good. There's joy in that, and a sense of accomplishment. It's enough to send him over, driving himself deep one last time, shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure runs through him.

Afterwards he's momentarily spent, laying heavy over his lover with his face tucked in against the other man's neck. He can taste blood on his tongue. Not his. John will certainly have his marks after this.

John feels completely boneless beneath Todd, spent, and utterly content as he feels the other's heartbeat, beating in time with his. Every ache from the marks left on him feel like a warm glow, matching the glow on his chest. He doesn't feel able to form words as he strokes at the other's hair.

Man, he's never felt this good. A mumble of contented pleasure escapes him as he shuts his eyes, and relishes in what he's found.

A soft purr reverberates from the Wraith, originating from somewhere deep in his chest. For a long moment he stays just like he is, still connected to his lover, still buried inside him, caught up in the intimacy that has wrapped around them. When he pushes himself up a bit, resting his weight on his forearms, he looks almost astounded when he takes in the sight of John Sheppard sprawled beneath him. What a gorgeous mess he is, ruffled and flushed, with marks left by sharp teeth littering his neck, chest and shoulders.

John opens his eyes and grins up, they are an incredible fit he decides. Todd has unlocked a side of him, that he's never been allowed to explore to its full potential. If Todd can push him like this during se, there is a ton potential for every day life. Sure they aren't going to tell people, but they can talk here in private.

"Like what you see?" he teases and it feels like his voice is coming from a long distance. "Because this is going to become a normal sight."

Lucky him, is the first thought that flits through his mind at John's comment. "That is a change I think I will find to be most welcome." Or rather, he's sure of it. Things are going to be strange, and he has no idea how he's going to manage to arrange for time away from the Hive without arousing too much suspicion, but he'll think of something. He has to. He's not willing to give this up.

John nods his head in agreement, this is going to be much better than going to bed alone all the time. It sure as hell beats a round of golf with the sea. He grins. "My brain is pretty fuzzy right now," he admits. "I blame you." He leans back and cocks his head on one side, laughing.

"Sex isn't going to be boring while we explore the differences between races," he says with amusement.

"John Sheppard, are you saying I wore you out?" He flashes a grin even as he slowly withdraws, moving to lay down on the sand beside his lover, stretching out.

"But I quite agree. This is exploring I am looking forward to." And considering the start they have had? Oh yes, this will be something to enjoy.

John stretches his body out luxuriating in the comfortable ache in his body. "Yes," he says instantly, and sounds pretty damn pleased about it. He chuckles, "I've got a reason to work on my stamina."

His eyes shut and he wriggles down a little into the sand. "Can you imagine how different the galaxy would be if every Wraith had a human soul mate."

Keeping his head propped up in one hand, Todd lets his gaze wander over the human stretched out before him, catching on little details, like grains of sand clinging to damp skin. "That would take quite the imagination," he says, stroking his fingers up in a light caress from John's naval to his sternum, still finding the texture of body hair under his fingers to be strange; unfamiliar, but hardly unpleasant.

He can imagine it, though, and it isn't a train of thought that he needs to follow far to see what a tragedy that would be. Because of the undeniable fact that humans are prey and Wraith predators. There is no other food source that can sustain them. This, what has happened and is happening between John and him, is madness. A dream that can so quickly and easily turn into a nightmare. By all rules, this should not have happened.

But, the old wraith has been known to break the rules when he needs to and when it suits him. John and him will simply have to make up their own rules.

John cracks his eyes open just enough to watch what Todd is doing. The tender movements are fascinating to him, the movements are slow, controlled. It's different to when he's seen Todd at work in a laboratory, it's more relaxed. More...intimate and it was hypnotic to watch. 'You're in trouble John,' he thinks for the hundredth time today. 'It's getting harder to see the predator.'

"I like being an anomaly," he confesses. He likes to break the trends and walk down his own path. "In the grand scheme of things, it's more interesting." He reaches up to get some of the sand out of the Todd's hair. "Though it would make things easier if there were a few other wraith who had a human lover."

This is so very different than anything both John and Todd has seen of the other. The Wraith is relaxed; no shoulders pulled up and haunched, tense and on edge. And John isn't the the same alert military commander that Todd had been used to seeing.

Todd has told John more than once, that there are many things about Wraith that the human doesn't know. But now the thought comes to him, that maybe the difference and distance between Wraith and human are smaller than either of them could think.

"Possibly," he agrees, bowing his head under John's touch, making reaching a bit easier. "Though a mere few might only serve to bring an issue to light, but not help to further acceptance." If this was found out, even if other relationships between Wraith and humans were known, Todd is well aware that he would be an outcast. Or - perhaps more likely - quickly killed and disposed of.

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