#kael talks

[lazerbang]

listening to the small gods audiobook and 'people start out believing in the god and end up believing in the structure' took me out at the knees

[lazerbang]

one reason i've heard, and why i prefer 'autistic person' is that person first language is meant to phrase it so that the disability is something distinct from the person, 'you are more than your disability' ect ect. with autistic people that kind of thinking can be harmful because there are huge groups of people who think autism can or should be 'cured' or moms who feel like 'autism stole their normal baby'. we can't and shouldn't be separated from being autistic, there is no 'non-autistic' version of us

it can be a huge struggle to be seen by allistics as an autistic person, to get them to stop trying to offer advice to 'help' you operate in the same way they do, when what you need is them to admit you simply have different needs. no amount of social anxiety advice is going to help me when what i need is sound blocking headphones/earbuds and everyone to acknowledge i need to be left alone after an event. that's not a behavior i need to 'fix', its something that needs to be embraced and allowed for me to be healthy and happy. my family only stopped shaming me about needing alone time, sometimes even during events, after i got them to understand that i'm not a damaged version of their brain software, i'm a whole different operating system.

to use the software analogy, 'person with autism' sounds like 'a pc running windows software' and 'autistic person' sounds like 'a windows pc.' which one sounds more like you should take it in for repair? and which one sounds like you should just stop trying to pair apple-only accessories to it?

obviously if an autistic person prefers 'person with autism' for themself that should be respected but as this poll proves, we VASTLY prefer 'autistic person'

sorry this isnt in replies like you wanted op i hit character limit a while ago

I found out my therapist is actively being taught to avoid saying "autistic person", he was surprised when I told him most of us actually prefer it that way.

But tumblr has polls now so I can actually ask people now rather than just claiming what I've been gathering the past years!

PLEASE REBLOG, also feel free to put your reasonings in the replies!

[everybodyloveshippos]

cryyyying i feel so bad for kael imagine wondering ur whole life what ur dad was like and then you get the chance to meet him via spirit possession/magic and its pharaun

[infamousjingle-horse]

Byrne has a withdrawn, disembodied, sci-fi quality, and though there’s something unknowable and almost autistic about him, he makes autism fun.

From Pauline Kael's 1984 review of Stop Making Sense

[cosmicloved]

i am once again rethinking if i'm happy with the current plotline/backstory i have for kael.......hmmmmmmmmmmmm

[tarvalian]

Reunion

[dogencool]

Been slowly reading through Studs Terkel's Working and every time I pick it up and go through a new person's story I tend to get devastated all over again

[saltedearths]

His old shady government job has him gauge the man upon reflex. The niceties were exchanges, and caution is thrown to the wind as quickly as the invite is placed—if he didn't know anyone, Dante would have declined. Maharth seems to think differently, keeping the suggestions and riffing off of the conversation playfully. Either there's an optimism about people there, or Dante is too wary for his own good. Antioch's getting to him. Or the job. But looking at dead bodies arranged as if it were art really isn't good for anyone's mental health.

"No. Just a transplant, like you. Used to travel for work," he says, checking the rearview mirror as he he drives off. His migraines at least, were cooperating with him, his tone steady and even. "How 'bout you then, why come to Antioch? I just wanted somewhere to chill out and collect a paycheck. You seem like the kinda guy that should be in Loch Ness or something."

As  much  as  the  professor  finds  those  who  have  encountered  the  spiritual  world  fascinating,  he  is  equally  intrigued  by  those  who  avoid  it.  Finding  non-believers  feels  just  as  sacred,  especially  in  a  town  as  historic  as  Antioch.  What  codifies  one's  belief?  What  doesn't?  These  questions  have  been  at  the  heart  and  soul  of  Maharth's  intellectual  pursuit.

"  Honestly,  the  places  you  mentioned  are  justly  important,  "  Maharth  says,  emphasizing  his  statement  with  a  light  tap  of  the  air  with  his  index  finger  as  he  comes  to  his  conclusion.  Shepherded  by  the  other  man,  Maharth  verges  upon  a  nearby  parked  car  that  stands  out  among  the  typical  models  on  Antioch's  streets.  Its  coating  is  glossy  like  a  candied  fruit  and  just  as  tempting.

While  others  may  hesitate  to  get  into  a  car  with  a  stranger,  for  the  professor,  it's  second  nature.  The  very  manner  of  his  studies  requests  the  goodwill  of  local  people,  and  he's  probably  hitchhiked  more  than  a  thousand  miles  in  car,  wagon,  boat,  even  a  camel.  His  senses  are  astute  enough  to  pick  up  on  nefarious  intent,  and  Dante  doesn't  trigger  any  alarm  bells.  "  Why  not  if  I'm  already  tall  enough  to  ride?  "  he  says,  playing  off  of  Dante,  "  and  if  the  pie  is  as  good  as  you  make  it  sound,  I'd  love  to  taste  it  myself.  "

After  getting  the  go-ahead  to  come  in,  he  sits  in  the  front  passenger  seat  and  thanks  the  driver  for  the  ride.  While  Oregon  is  lovely  this  time  of  year,  a  spot  of  air  conditioning  is  even  lovelier.  Plus,  does  he  get  to  make  an  acquaintance?  A  friend?  Glancing  over  to  Dante,  Maharth  chances  a  conversation,  hoping  it  won't  be  a  distraction.  "  Have  you  lived  in  Antioch  your  whole  life,  Dante?  "

[yandersluv]

Kael the stalker

ᴛᴡ: ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ, ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs: ʜᴀʀᴀssᴍᴇɴᴛ, ɪɴᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴘʀɪᴀᴛᴇ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ, ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, ɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴏɴsᴇɴsᴜᴀʟ sᴏᴍᴏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ . ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴍᴅɴɪ

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇsʟᴜᴠ — ♡

Kael was a man consumed by an unhealthy, obsessive fixation on [Reader]. His light blue eyes would often gleam with an unsettling intensity when glancing at her, as if analyzing every detail of her appearance down to the face. This clingy stalker would appear unexpectedly wherever [Reader] went - in front of her home, at her favorite cafes, even lurking in the shadows around the college campus. Kael's very presence seemed to exude an air of possessiveness, his towering figure (at 6'4") making [Reader]'s body frame look almost doll-like in comparison whenever he loomed nearby. The Yandere's sole desire revolved around [Reader]- being near her, talking to her, learning everything about her, even if it meant violating her personal space. His fingers would frequently brush against her arm or hair as he "accidentally" bumped into her or playfully came very close .Kael's words dripped with insidious affection, often bordering on the verge of possessiveness. He'd profess his undying devotion, proclaiming [Reader] as "his light in a dark world" or "the air he breathes.""

As Kael's fixation intensified, his behaviors became increasingly inappropriate and borderline disturbing. One memorable instance was when he "discovered" [Reader]'s secret crush on a particular boy from school by rifling through her diary. Kael proceeded to confront the poor fellow, proclaiming their "common interest" in [Reader] and "offering" him a chance to step aside. The poor boy was understandably terrified, having no idea what Kael was capable of. Kael also started showing up at [Reader]'s window at night, his silhouette clearly visible as he whispered her name with an almost desperate urgency. If she didn't emerge, he'd leave her gifts or love notes, sometimes even small trinkets he'd stolen from her room while she slept, under the guise of being "get a souvenir." He would often corner her in secluded areas, pinning her against walls or trees as his hands roamed over her body, claiming she was "made for him" and that he could feel their souls connecting. His breath would grow hot against her ear as he muttered filthy promises, his hardening erection pressing against her through their clothes. Kael even went as far as to break into [Reader]'s house, hiding in the shadows as she prepared for bed.

As Kael's obsession with [Reader] deepened, his actions became increasingly perverted and depraved. One night, after tailing [Reader] home from a late shift at work, he found her curled up on the couch, half-asleep. Her fatigue only seemed to spur his desire, and he moved in silently behind her, his hands roaming her body with an ungentle touch. Kael's fingers slipped beneath the hem of her dress, tracing the warm, supple flesh of her thighs. [Reader]'s sleepy protests were muffled as his hand continued its invasive path, sliding higher to cup the swell of her ass. He squeezed roughly, pulling her back against his rigid erection. "Mmm, so responsive even in your sleep," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "I wonder what else you're craving, my little [Reader]..."His other hand slid up to roughly fondle her breast, thumbing her nipple through the fabric of her bra.

[glaciiermonarch]

Six and a half feet of beanstalk leaned up against the side of the dark blue Nismo 400R—only one of a handful of rides with Taka's name on the title—and aphotic kobicha-colored eyes appraised Kael and his predicament. Most others unfamiliar with the fathomless, cutting gaze ended up being intimidated or unsettled, which didn't bother her; and it also rendered any dirty looks against her as impervious. "How in hell you end up over here, mate?" Aussie baritone commented as monotone as ever. "Thought you'd be havin' your boys scrubbing your bike up." Taka's alignment with the gang was probably about as casual as an outsider would be, based entirely off of proximity and a deeply personal friendship with its leader. If there was a Friends and Family card for the Bastards, she probably would have received the first one. She'd taken her own Kawasaki Ninja to be maintained and cleaned up at the gang shop multiple times (always leaving a meaty tip for everyone she saw). "Might not be able to get back up on 'er if you eat shit on the pavement too hard, though." Regardless of any shit-talking, Taka had already decided to pay for whatever Kael's bike needed. "You right, mate? Need a light?"

WHERE: the elephant's trunk car wash WHEN: 5th february, just after noon WHO: anyone! ( @anchoragestarters ) CAP: 3/6

Kael was not in a good mood. But could you blame him, after the morning he'd had? Oh, sure, he'd heard about the pileup earlier that day but, elsewhere in town, he'd driven his motorbike straight into a hot, steaming pile of reindeer shit. Unwilling to make a mess of the gang bike shop by cleaning it himself, he'd been forced to take the bike down to the Elephant's Trunk and pay to get the job done (although he was not convinced any amount of washing could clear away the smell that was still trapped in his nostrils). He'd made his stance on the stench clear to the employees, the specific argument being something to the effect of 'if you keep me in here a minute longer, I'm going to be sick all over the floor', and marched outside for a smoke. He'd only just gotten the cigarette carton out of his pocket when he crashed into a stopped vehicle and tripped over it. Kael managed to land on one knee but half the cigarettes had scattered into a pile of snow on the curb and he'd caught his lip on one of his rough metal rings. As if to rub salt into the wound, he had also drawn the attention of some unsuspecting customer who'd just been waiting their turn. Hoisting himself up, his weight on the vehicle that had committed this heinous crime against him, Kael snapped his attention to this undeserving soul. "What are you looking at?"

[chaotic-zora]

@squibbl3 and I have been talking about how their zora oc Kael (who becomes one of Silvyr's partners 😌💕) would be the most popular visiting merchant in Volca, due to how he always brings a ton of food with him.

Without fail, he'll be swarmed by excited zora (recently recovering from a famine) eager to try out new foods, and any remaining stock he has gets boughten up by Silvyr.

Bonus:

[freys-goblin-kid-lokis-spy]

I have returned, Kael will leave now.

@lordofsummergodofrizz father we have to talk about the fact that you did not look for me

[tanthamore-events]

Tanthamore Week May 2023 Info (updated)

What is Tanthamore Week?

Tanthamore Week 2023 is a week-long fanwork creation celebration for the pairing Jade Claymore/Kit Tanthalos from the TV show Willow (2022), running from May 22-28, 2023. The theme is “Season 2”!

How does it work?

You create fan content aligning with one of the prompts and post it during the week! You can use the tags and AO3 collection to organise, and we will reblog/post some of the creations.

There are seven prompts, one for each day – they are general and then we have provided specific ideas for each of them. You don’t have to use any of the specific ones.

You don’t have to create something for every day! You don’t have to adhere strictly to the prompts! This is meant to be as inclusive and accessible as possible. There are no word minimums or maximums, no requirements for art size or approach, etc. You can write a long fic that hits each of the prompts, or a drabble for only one prompt – anything is welcome.

All types of fan content are welcome: art, fic, vids, fan mixes, rec lists, etc. If it’s transformative, it’s welcome!

You can add your work to the collection on AO3 here if you would like (use the "Post to Collection" button).

All content should be in some way related to Tanthamore, and to the overall theme of “Season 2”, but other than that, feel free to interpret the prompts and guidelines however you like. We are not going to police your work!

All ratings and content warnings are welcome, but please tag it appropriately (on AO3, using the Archive warnings and rating system as you please, and on Tumblr, with tags that communicate the content in a manner similar to the archive warnings.

Any questions can be asked using our ask box or emailed to us at tanthamoreweek@gmail.com.

Prompts

Day 1: A World of Fantasy

Everything Bavmorda

Tanthalos family history/family tree

Crone backstory

Who is Lili?

Blood of the Six

The history of Kael and/or the Bone Reavers

Who are the Mothers?

Fairies, mermaids, minotaurs, fantasy creatures of all kinds

The Wyrm / the Wyrmworld

Day 2: The Darkness Within

Character goes to the dark side / is evil

Jade gets corrupted by the Crone

Graydon emerges from the Immemorial City

Kit gets taken instead of Airk

Bavmorda corrupts the twins

Madmartigan comes back evil

Day 3: The Journey Home

Return to the Wildwood

Scorpia’s successful mission to free the slaves from Skellin

Vale of Boobs

Revisiting Ballantine's grave

How do they get back up the waterfall at the end of the world?

Return to Nockmaar

Rescuing Graydon

Sneaky kisses

Public kisses

Getting teased

Day 4: Preparing for the Long War

Drawing lines in the sand

Gathering allies

Training Arcs

Galladoorn and the Shining Legion become enemies of Tir Asleen

New allies

Day 5: Haunted

Haunted by decisions made in the past

Nightmares/bad dreams or memories

Supernatural spookiness

Characters are forced to face their fears

Madmartigan returns, and how Kit, Airk, and Sorsha respond

Finally talking about past events

Angst

Day 6: Countdown

Racing against time

Flashbacks

Time jumps

Characters have to be somewhere by a certain time/date

Day 7: Lessons learned

What was gained/what was lost

The Cuirass

Rediscoveries

Processing past events

Consequences of past actions

Understanding past mistakes

Training together

Really excited to see what everyone creates! Please spread the word to your Tanthamore-loving friends <3.

[shutupdevvie]

hi kael my cat loki likes to lay in the sun and also like chicken treats wow

do you guys want to see a picture of my dog

[meyjiji]

ARKAEL JAMES CONTRIDAS — ARI (02) (NSFW)

"I'm no force for the world to see. Trade my whole life just to be"

⚠ NSFW WARNING

The following content contains material that may not be suitable for work environments or certain audiences. Viewer discretion is advised.

"I need to talk to you," Kael said, his voice steady yet laced with a hint of vulnerability. You glanced up from where you lay on the bed, instantly catching the seriousness in his expression. "What’s on your mind?"

He sat beside you, his broad shoulders tense. Despite the subtle awkwardness between you, the weight of your recently renewed vows hung in the air. It was surreal, the idea of starting over. But deep down, you knew one thing you were ready to try.

"I think we owe it to ourselves to make this work," he said after a moment, his gaze unwavering. You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. "I agree. I mean... I don’t hate being around you anymore. Actually, I don’t mind it at all. If I had to do this with anyone, I’m glad it’s you."

The faint curve of his lips in response sent a strange flutter through you. That approving look of his had a way of softening even the heaviest of conversations. "You can have this room," he offered, his tone lighter now. "I’ll take the one next door."

You hesitated, your fingers fidgeting with the edge of the blanket. "Or… maybe we should share the bed? I mean, I’ve heard it helps strengthen trust and connection in marriages." The words tumbled out hurriedly, and as soon as you finished, you regretted it.

Kael arched an eyebrow, his expression shifting to one of playful amusement. "You sure it’s not intimacy that strengthens a marriage?" he teased, the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You rolled your eyes, heat rising to your cheeks. "Fine, take it or leave it." "I’ll take it," he replied smoothly, standing to grab his clothes. As he walked to the closet, you ducked under the covers, silently berating yourself for your clumsy words. But your self-reprimands were short-lived. When you peeked out again, your breath hitched.

Kael stood by the bed, casually buttoning up his silk pajamas, his toned abs momentarily on display. The subtle scent of his cologne mingled with the warmth of the room, and your traitorous body reacted instantly.

Heat rushed to your cheeks as you squeezed your thighs together, helpless against the way his presence affected you. Whether it was his cologne, his piercing gaze, or disarming confidence, he had a power over you that you didn’t fully understand. "You’re staring," he said suddenly, his voice tinged with amusement.

Your cheeks burned as you groaned, quickly pulling the blanket over your head. Kael climbed into bed beside you, the mattress shifting under his weight as he slid closer, his body warm and comforting next to yours. He gently tugged at the edge of the blanket in an attempt to coax you out. "Relax," he murmured, his voice soft with an edge of playfulness.

"I’m all yours now, remember? Husband, and all that." The sincerity in his tone, mixed with his teasing grin, made you bite back a smile. You peeked out from under the blanket, just enough to meet his gaze. Maybe starting over wouldn’t be so bad after all.

You hesitated for a moment, your heart racing slightly as you adjusted yourself under the covers, feeling both nervous and oddly excited. The idea of this new chapter, one where the two of you could rediscover each other, wasn't something you had fully expected, but now that it was here, you found yourself welcoming it.

Kael shifted closer, the warmth of his body pressing against yours, and you couldn't help but melt a little under his touch. He rested his hand on your side, his thumb stroking the soft fabric of your pajamas as he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice a soft murmur, a touch of tenderness in his words.

You turned your head, meeting his gaze, your eyes searching his for any trace of doubt. Instead, all you found was a quiet determination, a deep desire to make this work. "I'm sure," you whispered back, your fingers finding their way to his, gently intertwining them. "I want this. I want us."

Smirking mischievously as he traces patterns on your inner thigh, his touch maddeningly light and teasing. "Come on,love... don't be shy." Arkael's voice is a low, seductive rumble. "Tell your husband exactly what you need." He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear.

"I want to hear you say it, Y/N. Beg me to fuck this needy little pussy until you can't take anymore." He punctuates his words with a sharp nip to your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine. His fingers dance higher, pushing your panties aside to expose your dripping slit. A low groan escapes him as he feels your wetness.

"Fuck, you're absolutely soaked, baby. So wet and ready for my cock..." He runs a single finger along your folds, gathering your arousal before bringing it to his lips. His tongue darts out, tasting you, savoring your essence. "Delicious..." He murmurs, his eyes never leaving yours.

Arkael settles himself between your legs, his hips nestling perfectly against yours. You can feel the thick, hard length of him pressing insistently against your thigh, promising pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. "I'm going to fill this tight little cunt so full tonight, Y/N."

He promises darkly, the head of his cock kissing your entrance. "I'm going to fuck you so deep and so hard that you'll forget your own name. The only thing you'll remember is the feeling of your husband's cock splitting you open again and again."

He rocks his hips forward, the tip of his member catching on your clit, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you. "Beg for it, love." Arkael demands, his voice rough and urgent.

"Beg me to claim this pussy, to make it mine. I want to hear you scream my name as I take you, as I ruin you." He rolls his hips again, the head of his cock pushing insistently against your entrance. Grinning roguishly, Arkael's eyes gleaming with lust and desire as he looms over you, a predator ready to devour his prey.

He leans down to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to claim you to conquer you. It's a kiss full of hunger and desire, a promise of the pleasure to come.

Arkael pauses, a wicked grin spreading across his handsome face as he takes in your flushed cheeks and heaving chest. He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Mmm, you want me to strip for you, baby?" He purrs, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine.

"Want to see all of your husband's body?" He sits back on his heels, his hands going to the hem of his shirt. With one swift motion, he pulls it up and over his head, tossing it carelessly to the floor.

Arkael's chest is a work of art, sculpted with lean muscle and sinew. His abs are clearly defined, each one a perfect square of power and strength. A light dusting of hair trails down from his chest, disappearing beneath the waistband of his pajama pants. His biceps flex as he leans over you, caging you in with his arms.

He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his pants and his boxers, his eyes never leaving yours as he slowly, teasingly pulls them down. Inch by tantalizing inch, he reveals more of his thick, tanned thighs, the muscles taut and coiled with power. Finally, his impressive erection springs free, slapping against his stomach and throbbing with need. Arkael's cock is enormous, easily over ten inches long and thick as your wrist. The head is an angry purple, the skin velvety soft and hot to the touch. A bead of moisture glistens at the tip, a testament to his intense arousal.

"Like what you see, love?" He growls, wrapping a hand around his impressive size and giving it a slow, deliberate stroke. "This cock belongs to you now. It's your husband's dick, only for you to use and enjoy." He pumps himself a few more times, his eyes darkening with lust as he watches your face, taking in every little gasp and moan.

Arkael smirks wickedly as he settles back between your spread thighs, his naked body on full, glorious display. He takes your wrists in his hands, pinning them above your head as he leans down to capture your lips in a searing, demanding kiss. His tongue delves into your mouth, claiming you, conquering you, leaving no doubt about who you belong to. He rocks his hips forward, the thick, hard length of him sliding along your slick folds, coating himself in your arousal. The head of his cock pushes insistently against your entrance.

With a deep, animalistic growl, Arkael snaps his hips forward, burying his massive cock deep into your tight heat with one powerful thrust. He hilts himself fully inside you, his heavy balls pressed tight against your ass as he fills you completely.

"Fuck, (Y-Y/N)" Arkael roars, his eyes squeezing shut as your scorching, velvety walls grip his throbbing shaft like a vice. He takes a moment to savor the feeling, drinking in the exquisite sensation of your body accepting his, welcoming his invasion. Arkael starts to move, withdrawing until just the tip remains inside you, before slamming back in, burying himself to the hilt once more. He sets a brutal, punishing pace, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room as he fucks you with wild abandon.

"Take it, love." He snarls, his voice strained with lust and effort. "Take your husband's cock like a good little wife." Arkael leans down to capture your lips in a biting kiss, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip hard.

One hand grips your thigh, hiking your leg higher up his hip as he pounds into you relentlessly. The other hand reaches up to squeeze your breast, kneading the soft flesh roughly as he tugs and pinches your nipple. Arkael bends down to take the stiff peak into his mouth, suckling hard as he grinds his hips in tight circles, stirring your insides with his thick, pulsing cock. The pleasure is overwhelming, your body shaking and trembling with every powerful thrust. Arkael feels your walls starting to flutter around his shaft, your climax approaching swiftly. He doubles his efforts, fucking you harder, faster, his hips slamming against yours with a force that rocks the bed.

Arkael pistons his hips feverishly, the wet squelch of your needy cunt being split open by his pistoning cock filling the room. He drives into you with wild abandon, spurred on by your wanton moans and the way your pussy clenches greedily around his plundering shaft. "Come all over your husband's cock." His heavy balls slap against your ass as he ruts into you, the force of his thrusts jostling the bed and rattling the headboard against the wall.

Arkael leans down, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh where your neck meets your shoulder, marking you, branding you as his. The force of his thrusts jostling the bed and rattling the headboard against the wall. Arkael leans down, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh where your neck meets your shoulder, marking you, branding you as his.

Arkael's fingers find your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in tight, furious circles as he slams into you one last time. With a moan that echoes off the walls, he hilts himself deep and erupts, his cock jerking and twitching. He bellows, his hips jerking erratically as spurt after spurt of his potent release paints your insides white. Arkael grinds his pelvis against yours, stirring his seed deep into your core as he rides out the waves of his intense climax.

Finally spent, he collapses onto you, his muscular body blanketing yours as he catches his breath. Arkael peppers your face with soft kisses, his touch almost tender now that the heat of the moment has passed. "My perfect little wife..." He murmurs, his voice a low, satisfied rumble. He rolls to the side, pulling you with him.

Arkael holds you close, his strong arms encircling you possessively as he nuzzles into your neck, inhaling the scent of your skin. He can feel your heart pounding in time with his own, both of you breathing heavily as you come down from the intense high of your coupling.

"I'm going to spend the rest of our lives showing you just how much you belong to me."