2025-04-05 19:13:02 ¶ ● ⬈

skiesandcandy:

> Please imagine gerry playing with jons tits as he reads because she’s bored. Please imagine them being so weird about each other and the ways they show affection. Please imagine them being used to playing with each other’s bodies almost like stress toys just for fun. Please imagine Gerry mauling his neck while he tries to focus on something, embarrassingly wet and grinding a little on her leg. Please imagine they often rough housed and wrestled and it often turned into fucking, usually grinding against each other or passionate make outs or just straight up frotting until they both came. Please imagine Gerry finds a collar and casually asks Jon if he thinks it’d look good on her. Please imagine their relationship being simple and easy to them. Please imagine Mary’s finally dead and burned and Jon sitting alone staring at the floor looking completely empty and Gerry grabbing his hand and saying “She can’t hurt us anymore.” And Jon saying but couldn’t she? Couldn’t rhe institute? And he’s right, they could. And Gerry grabs him and says they’ll look out for each other, that it doesn’t matter what they do. Please imagine them somehow being even MORE codependent after marys death. Refusing to be separated. Gerry will lose her shitbat Gertrude if she tries. Please imagine the two of them being the source of a lot of gossip. Please imagine them unable to keep their hands off each other after a rough day. Please imagine it’s nit even about arousal sometimes just they need to touch each other, need to feel real and grounded and alive. Please image their weird fucked up Thing being a deeplyningrained part of their every day life.