#New Romantic tuxedo shirt

[emotionallychargedtowel]

Have you ever run across a bit of media—could be any kind of media—that is so tailored to your interests and/or aesthetic preferences that it feels like it was manifested into being by your subconscious? That’s what the photos from this magazine shoot did to me. It would be hard to go wrong in my book with anything involving these two compelling actors/massive hotties. But Kim Beom in a ruffly shirt and a dangly earring looking like an adorably bratty punk rock vampire? Kim Yong Ji in some kind of Marlon Brando hat looking like a soft butch gothic Lolita? Alternate-outfit Beom in go-go boots and a goddamn pussybow blouse?

I believe Barney Gumble said it best.

#kim beom #kim bum #kim yong ji #tale of the nine tailed #lee rang #ki yu ri #literal foxes #go-go boots #punk rock vampires #New Romantic tuxedo shirt #ruffles #barney gumble #just hook it to my veins #i really needed this today #i didn’t even get into the part with the matching red suits #if someone asks me what my sexuality is I’m just going to show them that first picture

[yenqa]

YENQA’S MASTERLIST

ENHYPEN MASTERLIST

f – fluff a – angst d – drabble o – 3k+ word fic s – smau t – texts ✪ – discontinued/on hold ☆ – personal favorite

ot7

enha reaction to you getting glasses! f, d

how you spend a snowy day with them! f, d

enha reaction to you going to their concert! f, d

acts of service with enha! f, d

l.hs

house of cards a, d

your relationship with heeseung fell, like a house of cards.

new romantics! f, s,

in which y/n continuously struggles to contain her growing feelings for her crush (and longtime friend), lee heeseung.

smart f, d, ☆

in which a tutor session with you leads to heeseung finding out how incredibly smart he is.

10 things i hate about you teaser f, a, o ☆

you hate heeseung. you hate his snobby little voice, his stupid little glasses that are too big for him, his nosiness, and his ability to prove anything or anyone wrong easily. you hate hate hate the way you try to avoid him, but somehow he’s always around, and he can’t see how much you hate him. you swear nothing could make you like him, but after you get caught in a sticky situation with him playing your knight in shining armor, you realize that maybe he isn’t so bad after all.

p.js

apple cider teaser f, a, o

SEQUEL! apple cider (bedroom sessions) teaser

when a heartbroken girl meets a heartbreaker and they bond over apple cider.

sunsets (when jay can’t help but be cliche) f, d, ☆

watching a sunset with jay.

poems in verse(s) f, a, o

you meet jay randomly on a subway, and soon your conversation turns into more than just the silly poem book he’s reading

the line in between f, d, ☆

in which it’s new year’s eve, 1999. and jay finds you on his doorstep right before midnight.

ADVANTAGES f, a, s

on jay’s live, fans point out a stuffed animal on his bed, one that seems to be the other piece to your notorious missing pair. as imaginary pieces start to connect for fans, the viewers beg for some kind of interaction. and though you and jay have never met before, why not use this situation to your advantage?

DO YOU THINK I HAVE FORGOTTEN, ABOUT YOU? f,d

how often jay thinks of you.

s.jy

here with me f, d

during your trip to go eat sushi, you not only find your new favorite song, but your new favorite person to listen to it with.

die first a, d

though you never cared about anything. but between the two of you, you would hope to die first.

loving you f, d

the color of your love.

lucky day f,d

in which jake freaks out and sells you coffee for 90% off for “wear a blue shirt” day.

p.sh

crave you f, a, d

you were a very popular girl to say the least, almost every boy wanted you, but why did he not want you?

she plays bass! teaser f, a, o

prince sunghoon had a boring life. never had he ever gone out with his friends or fallen in love like a normal teenager (not like he liked the idea of falling in love). instead, he was forced to prepare for when he would be crowned king. but when your band, le sserafim is invited to play at the royal palace. his perspective on love would change all because of you.

glue song! f, a, s, ✪

when you realizes the man of your dreams has been right in front of you after all.

angel f,d,

sunghoon can’t seem to figure out if you’re human or an angel.

k.sn

fairy of shampoo f, d

sunoo sees you in a shampoo ad and thinks way more romantically of you then he should. luckily niki is there to help him.

four words a, d

the four words that ruined everything

i’ll be putting on a suit, be tip toeing to you if youre down for it f,d

on a planned night in, sunoo shows up in a tuxedo.

y.jw

wisdom man f, d

you just got your wisdom teeth taken out, who’s there to comfort you? jungwon of course!

moonlight river a, d

the feelings moonlight river brought you were being loved and to love. but since he was gone, all you felt was sorrowful about the place.

raindrops f,d

after a long celebration for his birthday, jungwon finally lies down. he loves watching movies to relax, but he definitely loves you more.

to be loved is to be known a,d

jungwon knows you. he knows you so well that he can tell when you’ve fallen out of love with him.

n.rk

more time with you! f, a, s

a new idol variety show makes 4th generation maknaes take care of a kid for a month! what happens when niki gets paired with a random girl who he maybe had one interaction with a few months ago? and when the reality show ends, why does he want to spend more time with you?

cranberry juice f, a, d

riki’s prank goes too far… and suddenly you’re ignoring him! how will he fix this?

childish f, d

niki comforting you after you having a hard time studying.

bf texts with niki! a,f,t

when you miss him when he’s on tour

night secrets f,a,d

in which the two of you reveal your deepest secrets to the other in the middle of the night.

#yen’s important folder 𓆩❤︎𓆪

[tornsurvivors]

@tornsavior sent in; // also tagging @torntruth for obvious reasons. ( '𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑓𝑓' 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡. )

Isabel what  is your favorite memory with Mary Sue?

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄. Especially for Isabel Hart, concerning Mary-sue Smith-- how could she pick one out of all the memories she holds dear to her heart? 

From the day she first met them. To the day they first kissed, because it’s not like any of those typical romantic first kisses. You know, the first date or third date kisses. No, it happened on a random weekend day. It was raining by then. Isabel didn’t want to leave, nor did they want her to leave. She just had to go save the world with her little group of immortals. Isabel forgot that she wanted to leave a personal belonging of hers with Mary-sue, to remember her by and her way of promising she’ll come back. So, she ran back up the steps- they were standing at the front door. Isabel’s breathing a little heavily as they make eye contact, and they don’t say a single word. Isabel just hands over the personal belonging, which was a bracelet that her younger sister had made for her. She wanted them to have it. They take it without question, they know what it is. They’ve talked about it before. Isabel doesn’t move to leave just yet. The rain is absolutely POURING and soaking her clothes. But she doesn’t care. She just wants one more moment with them, just for a little longer. There’s a spark they both notice in their eye contact and they cave in, gravity pulling them towards one other till lips crashed upon lips into an almost desperate kiss. Their messages through the kiss are different, but also the same. Hers say:  ‘I’ll be thinking of you, every single minute.’  Theirs say:  ‘Please come back home soon.’ 

How could she choose between the previously mentioned memory, and the simple days where they’re lazing about at Mary-sue’s apartment. Or playing around with each other. Being absolute goofs with one other. Like that one time when Mary-sue drenched her with the water from the kitchen sink hose. Then Isabel looking absolutely betrayed in a playful manner, before advancing on them with an ice in hand-- a wide grin spreading across her face. The way they shamelessly flirted with her till she surrendered and wrapped them up into a loving embrace after she’d peeled her soaked shirt off. It’s her favorite memory, because they’re just being normal and being themselves without any hindrances from the cruel world laying in wait. They were free... and happy. 

Or how about that time, when they went to Vegas to get married?  They didn’t bother with the whole BIG wedding thing. The white dress, huge cake, a reception, numerous guests in which they don’t even know half of them... the limo to whisk them away to their hotel, or to the airport for a flight to their honeymoon. No, they went with their own simple thing- a handful people that they both knew, loved and cherished. At this cute chapel somewhere in Vegas, and their reception was a penthouse that belonged to Persephone and Hades, with the best view over the city. They had the biggest smile on their face, and Isabel was falling in love all over again.  Ten times over. The way her tuxedo got dirty when they playfully shoved the chocolate cake against her mouth and they just laughed hard, when she’d do the same. It turned into a little cake fight. Neither of them won... Kristen and Nicole did, actually.  

She could go on forever with the list of memories. But in summary, she just CANNOT pick one. She loves every moment with them. They’ll live on in her heart for centuries upon centuries to come. Even as they pass and when she’s alone again. Then when she meets the reincarnation of Mary-sue, she’ll fall in love all over again and make new memories to cherish. She’ll never be able to pick just one. Why should she? When she has a few more thousand years to go? She should be able to have more than one favorite, as reminders to keep her humanity when the world becomes cold. 

#ISABEL HART » the undying sun #ISABEL HC » a strength made out of titanium #DRABBLES » memoirs of a torn survivor #ISABEL REL » i’ll do whatever it takes ( isabel x mary-sue ) #torntruth

[denimbex1986]

'At the 2024 Met Gala, actors Andrew Scott and Jude Law walked the red carpet together, dressed by designer Donatella Versace. Scott wore a sleeveless black shirt and matching trousers with a gold necklace, while Law opted for a classic tuxedo. Versace herself looked stunning in a mint green gown. The actors share a connection through The Talented Mr. Ripley, with Law starring in the 1999 film alongside Matt Damon and Gwyneth Paltrow. Law received an Oscar nomination for his role as Dickie Greenleaf, a rich playboy, in the adaptation of the Patricia Highsmith novel.

Years later, Scott was cast as the lead in a TV series based on the same novel, with Johnny Flynn portraying a new version of Law’s role. The eight-episode series, Ripley, premiered on Netflix in April. Although the show and the movie share the same source material, they are not connected in terms of continuity. Law praised the different styles of Zaillian’s series compared to Minghella’s film, highlighting the unique interpretations brought out by each director. The actor found it rewarding to experience the story from a new perspective and appreciated the depth of the character of Tom Ripley.

Scott, in an interview published in April, described the character of Tom Ripley as a complex and unreliable hero who does terrible things. Despite his actions, Scott sought to portray the vulnerability and human side of Ripley, showing that he is not a natural-born killer. The actor found the role to be an epic journey, requiring him to find the soul within the character to create a multi-dimensional portrayal. Scott expressed his enjoyment of working on the series, praising the material, the talented actors involved, and the interesting character dynamics that played out on screen.

Law reflected on the differences between the two versions of The Talented Mr. Ripley, noting the visual, colorful, and romantic elements of Minghella’s film and the more forensic and sinister tone of Zaillian’s series. He pointed out that both versions are reflections of the directors’ styles and highlighted how the same story can be interpreted in diverse ways. Law found it fascinating to see which scenes and themes from the original source material resurfaced in the new adaptation, showcasing how timeless and compelling the story of Tom Ripley continues to be for audiences across different mediums.

The actors’ reunion at the Met Gala brought together two different generations of performers who had both found success in bringing the character of Tom Ripley to life on screen. Scott and Law’s shared experience in portraying this iconic literary figure demonstrated the enduring appeal and complexity of Patricia Highsmith’s creation. As Hollywood continues to explore diverse narratives and interpretations, The Talented Mr. Ripley remains a rich source of material for actors and filmmakers to delve into, showcasing the timeless allure of psychological thrillers and complex characters in storytelling.'

#Met Gala #Andrew Scott #Ripley #Netflix #The Talented Mr Ripley #Dickie Greenleaf #Steven Zaillian #Anthony Minghella #Patricia Highsmith #Matt Damon #Gwyneth Paltrow #Donatella Versace #Johnny Flynn #Versace #Jude Law

[sillyrabbit81]

Reassurances

Summary: You and Sy are high school sweethearts. You’re both virgins and after dating for nearly two years, you both feel like the time is right to take the next step. He takes you to a hotel room after your Senior Prom, but will it be a night to remember? (Both reader and Sy are eighteen)

Pairing: Virgin Young!Sy x Female Virgin!Reader

Word Count: approx. 3.3k

Warnings: Fluff, some angst, smut, Loss of virginity (m and f), oral sex (f receiving), awkwardness that you would expect from your first time, soft!Sy.

Authors note: This is a fic for my wonderful friend @amberangel112 to celebrate her birthday. I adore you my friend and hope you have had a great day.

Beta read by @henryobsessed Edited by me, there will be errors.

This was inspired by a discussion with Syverson’s Privates.

I've updated my taglist, if I left you off, let me know and I will add you to the next one.

I hope you enjoy.

Masterlist

Reassurances

On legs that feel as weak as a foals, you follow Sy into the hotel room. Your brand new stilettos don’t help the situation, you know there will be blisters on your little toes and heels when you take them off. You probably should have listened to your mother when she suggested getting smaller heels, but you are always one to make your own mistakes.

As you look around the small room, dominated by the large bed, you wonder if tonight is going to be a mistake too. Despite dating Sy for nearly two years and having done almost everything except going all the way, you can’t help the doubts that linger in your mind. The constant trepidation that it is wrong, that it will hurt, that you’ll get pregnant, all weighed so heavily on your thoughts that you almost couldn’t enjoy your Senior Prom.

When the heavy hotel door closes, the sound of the latch catching reminds you of a jail cell slamming shut. This is it now, alone in a hotel with your boyfriend, condoms responsibly stored in a box in his pocket, with an expectation that tonight would be the night, you don’t think you can back out now.

Sy walks around the room, turning the lamps on and walking past you to turn the main lights off. You think he must be trying to set a mood, dimming the lights because that's what's expected, that's what's romantic, that's what will get him to home base.

He’s standing in front of you, a weary smile creases his cheeks, but then he bites his lip and pulls it into his mouth and you realise he’s just as nervous as you are. He eye’s the bed, the cover is a garish modern geometric pattern of pink, blues and greens, it’s not even close to romantic. He turns his attention back to you, looking a little flushed in the cheeks, and his eyes can't seem to meet yours. That's okay though, you’re having trouble looking at him too and your ears feel like they’re burning.

“Want a drink?” Sy asks as he takes off his tuxedo jacket and drops it over a chair. He walks a few steps to the small bar fridge, pulling at his bow tie and loosening the buttons at the top of his shirt. Without waiting for an answer, he pulls out two cokes in small glass bottles and passes you one. He opens his with a crack and a hiss as he sits on the edge of the bed.

You stare at the drink, you don't really want it but you open it anyway, grateful for the delay. The sickly sweet soda makes your tongue tingle, but you keep drinking anyway, taking small sips; you don't want to risk burping.

Leaning down you take your shoes off and sit next to Sy. The space you leave between you isn’t big, but it feels as wide as a canyon, and as cold as ice. He seems to feel the same way, clearing his throat and shifting nervously.

“Did ya have a good time?” Sy asks.

“Yeah,” you say, forcing yourself to have another drink. “Did you?”

Sy smiles. “Of course I did. I was with you wasn’t I?”

You smile and look down at your coke and just like that the restlessness in your bones melts away and a comforting warmth replaces it. “Why are you always so sweet to me, Sy?”

“Cause I’m sweet on you,” Sy says grinning playfully like he always does when he says something particularly cheesy. You laugh and he puts an arm around your shoulders and you lean your head against him. He takes your bottle out of your hands and using his long arms, places the drinks on the small dining table less than a foot from the edge of the bed.

The anxiety you felt earlier rears its ugly head as Sy tucks a finger under your chin and lifts your face to his. He knows you so well that as soon as your eyes meet his, he draws his brows together and frowns. “You’re scared.”

Terrified.

“A little,” you admit.

“We don't have to do this, Baby.”

“I know,” you shrug, “I want to, I’m just…”

“Scared?”

You nod. “I’m sorry. I can’t help it.”

Sy smiles and shakes his head. “You ain’t got to apologise baby.”

“But you spent all this money and–”

“And it’ll be worth it whether we have sex or not.” Slowly Sy smirks but doesn't say anything.

“What?” you ask as you start to smile too.

“I was just thinkin’ maybe it’ll be nice to go down on you in bed for a change.”

“Syverson!” Your face heats and you bite your lip as you feel a gentle throb begin between your legs. You turn away, you can’t look at him while you’re burning up.

Sy chuckles, “You could do it to me too if ya want.” You peek at him out of the corner of your eye. He shrugs with a mischievous grin. “If you wanna,” he repeats. His eyes run over your body and his grin fades as his tongue sweeps over his lips. “Can you take your dress off?” he asks. “Please?”

Immediately you feel like you can’t catch your breath. You had planned for this, saved up some money and bought a matching lace bra and panties set. It’s pale pink, you tried to buy something more daring, something red or black but you just couldn't. You don’t know a lot about what boys like, but the lady in the shop said it was one of the most popular styles.

Shyly you nod and Sy’s lips part as his chest starts to puff. You reach behind your back and start to pull your zip down but Sy stops you. “Wait,” he says, his voice is low and a little breathless. “I wanna kiss ya first.”

“Okay,” you agree softly.

Sy stands and holds his hand out for you to take and he helps you rise. His expression is serious, almost stoic as he holds your cheeks and lifts your face to his.

“You know I love you, baby,” he says, his voice firm with conviction, like he has no doubts. “And we don’t need to have sex for me to know that you love me too. You got that?”

You nod slowly, in awe of Sy. Sometimes you think he’s such a perfect boyfriend that he couldn’t possibly be real. Some of your friends had been dumped for making them wait three months to have sex and here is Sy, nearly two years into your relationship, still patiently waiting for you to be ready.

“Kiss me, Sy,” you whisper, closing your eyes and parting your lips slightly. He hums just before his lips meet yours. Like his kiss always does, you feel it deep between your legs and your knees shake. You wrap your arms around his neck, moaning as his tongue slips past your lips. His arms embrace you, his hands go to your half undone zip and he pulls it all the way down.

Without breaking the kiss, Sy opens the back of your dress to slide his hands over your back. His touch is firm, deep and massaging, his fingers squeezing at your flesh.

“I want it off,” Sy says, urgently as his warm kisses move down your neck.

You let him go and take a half step back reaching up to slip the dress from your shoulders. Sy eyes are wide, darting over your body as the emerald green satin dress crumples into a puddle around your feet.

“Jesus fucking God damn,” Sy mutters under his breath. His eyes are dark, and he stares at you slack jawed. “What?... I… You ain’t worn those before.”

His reaction excites you, makes you feel sexy, confident and a little powerful; there hasn’t been many times in your relationship that you had turned Sy into a stuttering mess. You step over your dress, close enough to Sy that you can reach the buttons of his shirt.

“I told you earlier, everything I’m wearing is new.” You grin at Sy as you make your way down his shirt with nimble fingers. “Do I look pretty Sy?” you tease.

Sy seems to have recovered from his shock and smirks as he watches you. “Pretty doesn't even cover half of how good you look.” You bite your lip, his compliment makes you feel timid again. He puts his hands on your hips, his fingers kneading as gently as he can manage. “Will ya get in bed with me? Let me touch you?”

His deep husky tone fills you with desire as you slide his shirt off his shoulders. Although you’ve seen him shirtless many times, it seems like he’s constantly changing, steadily bulking up over the last two years. His body is more like a man’s now, with muscular shoulders, a flat stomach with a trace of abdominals and defined pecs, even the tufts of wispy hair that had once been in the centre of his chest has grown thick and spans the width of his chest.

You trace the edge of pants with your finger, slung low across his hips, your finger delves into the patch of hair beneath his navel. “Will you take these off?” you ask softly. “Just leave your boxers on.” You want to feel him too, want to be held close, feel his skin against yours.

“Yeah,” Sy says in that same thick and rough voice.

You pull back the covers and slide into the thick, hotel grade, white cotton sheets. Sy follows quickly, you almost laugh at the speed he dropped his pants and slipped in beside you. He scootches over, not hesitating a moment before bringing you into his arms. He doesn’t say anything, just looks into your eyes as he moves his hand down your back before cupping your ass with a squeeze. You gasp as he pulls you closer and you can feel his hardness as he rolls his hips against yours.

His mouth is on yours with no warning, but you don’t mind, you were practically begging him for it with your eyes. His lips are firm, his mouth wet and hot, his kiss urgent and needy and his hips keep rocking driven by a primal animal instinct. You are not immune, soon after him, your body moves against his, also seeking friction, also seeking that ultimate release.

Sy’s kiss moves down your neck, sucking and licking like he knows you like. He growls as you hold his head against your neck and uses his seemingly immense power to roll you onto your back, forcing his leg between yours.

“God, you’re fucking hot,” he groans into your ear as he rubs his thick thigh against you.

“Oh God,” you whimper.

You get a flash of an image, Sy grinning up at you as you sit on his thigh in the back of his truck. You had your first orgasm with a partner that way. Sy had his first that night too when you rubbed him through his jeans. You giggle, remembering how he had to take his boxers off before he could drive home, and how you couldn’t stop yourself from taking a sneaky peek at his dick.

Sy looks up in alarm at your snicker. You shake your head at him, “I’m just thinking of that time you came in your pants.”

Sy grins. “Which time? The first time I ate you out or the first time you put your hand down my pants? Or the night I made you come for the first time.”

“The last one,” you say, smiling back at him.

Lowering his head until your foreheads touch, Sy stills and strokes your hair. “I just realised you’re my first everythin’. You’re the first girl I ever tongue kissed, first girl I ever made out with, first girl I ever went down on, first girl to ever go down on me. First girl I fell in love with.”

“You’ve always been my first too, Sy” you say. You swallow hard, “I want you to keep being my first. And I want to do it tonight.”

At first Sy’s face lit up, eyes widening and a smile creased his cheeks, then he got really serious, lowering his brows and shaking his head. “Baby, you know I wanna, but I want you to want to too.”

“I do,” you say looking into his eyes so he knows it's true. “I really do. With you. I trust you.”

“Oh fuck,” Sy kisses you, his lips hard on yours as he moans into your mouth.

He doesn't stay there long, like a man possessed he moves down your body, leaving wet, sloppy kisses down your neck and over your breasts. He pulls at the cups of your bra, you hear the delicate lace rip slightly but Sy either doesn’t hear it or doesn't care as he takes your tight bud into his mouth with a long sigh. You begin to protest, then you feel his sure hand pull your panties to the side and glide over your pussy.

“God damn,” Sy curses as he swaps to your other breast and a finger glances your clit.

You shiver and let out a short cry as he presses his hand over you. He trails his kisses lower peering up at you through his dark lashes.

“What are you doing, Sy?” you ask. God, you can hardly speak, your breathing is so shallow and rapid.

“What does it look like, baby?” Sy leers, dropping his gaze to your pussy.

“I thought we were going to… you know.”

Sy kisses your belly just above your panties. Although he’s clean shaven, you feel the roughness of his whiskers as he rubs his chin over you. Your heart hammers an erratic tattoo as he hooks a finger around your panties at your hip and slowly lowers them.

“I wanna make you come first.” His voice is like gravel, so rough and deeper than you've ever heard it. “I know I’m not gonna last long,” he kisses the top of your mound, “I wanna make it good for you too.

Your eyes flutter close as Sy’s breath blows over you and your legs open wider instinctively. The warmth of his mouth closes over you and his pleasantly rough tongue easily finds home, flicking over your clit in the gentle rhythm he seems to know by heart. Waves of heat build slowly from gentle ripples to crashing and rolling tempests as the tension in your body builds to a quivering crescendo.

Sy hums as your hips rock, he knows you’re close and his wordless encouragement drives you to the edge. White hot bliss pulses through your veins as you let go and you feel like you’re gliding above tides of heat, over and over you ride each wave until you land back in your euphoric skin.

When you open your eyes Sy is kneeling between your legs with one hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb in soft circles on your skin. In his other hand you see the telltale foil square packet, unopened yet clearly a sign of his intentions.

Sy’s stare is a question that you have no intention of denying. Sitting up, you reach behind your back and unclip your bra. You see the hunger in his eyes but he still doesn’t move.

“Do you still…” Sy’s voice actually trembles and trails off his question unfinished. His fingers dig into your thigh as he tries to speak again. “Do ya wanna…”

“Yes.” You don’t need him to ask, you want to give yourself to him, that hasn’t changed even after coming.

Sy takes his boxers off and tears at the condom, his hands shaking. You’re about to tell him to calm down when he stops and draws in a big breath. You put your hand on his thigh and he looks at you smiling and flushed.

“Sorry,” he says. “I’m a little…”

“Me too,” you reassure him.

Sy tries again, and the packet splits easily. He studies the rolled up latex for a few seconds before placing the condom over his cock. Open mouthed and curious, you watch Sy as he pinches the end then awkwardly rolls it down his length.

You lay down again and Sy follows, holding his weight above you with a straight arm. He holds the base of his cock in one hand and as he leans his hips forward you feel him pressing against your folds. He slides the head of his cock over your slick centre and pauses at your core.

Sy’s eyes meet yours as his hips jerk forward. You’re so wet, he slides past your core and presses against your ass as he pushes.

“Sy!” you cry and push against his chest.

“Fuck, what?”

“That's… That's not it,” you say.

“Oh shit. Sorry… I…” Sy runs a hand over his hair, his already red face darkens, “You wanna stop.”

“No,” you say, putting your hand to his cheek.

Sy licks his lips, his brows pull together in concentration. This time he takes hold of himself and watches as he presses against your core. Sweat breaks out over his forehead as his hips move slowly forward.

You gasp as you feel a pressure you’ve never felt before as he slides past your folds and enters you. Your soft cry makes Sy bring his attention back to you. His mouth hangs open and his chest heaves. You think he wants to say something, but nothing comes out as he keeps pushing deeper. You feel a sudden tightness, like he can’t go any further and he stops.

“You ok?” he asks, breathlessly.

You nod, because you can’t speak. You’re overwhelmed with emotions, excitement, nervousness, fear, and love.

“Should I keep goin’?” he asks. Sy leans on his elbows and his chest presses against yours. You sigh, his weight is a comfort and you dip your head. “I don’t wanna hurt you,” he murmurs, stroking your hair.

“They say it only hurts for a second,” you whisper.

Sy’s lips brush against yours as he edges deeper, and with a slight pinch and cry into his mouth all resistance fades away.

“Oh fuck baby,” Sy groans as your bodies meet.

His kiss becomes fervent, his tongue fevered and frenzied. His desire is electrifying and you kiss him back with the same urgent need, your legs wrapping around him keeping him close.

Suddenly he lifts his head, and looks at you with awe. “I love you.” He’s so sincere that you have to blink back tears.

“I know,” you say with a shaky voice. “I love you too.”

He lets out a held breath and starts to move, slowly and shallowly. It feels better than you ever thought it would, and despite the lingering ache, you feel the need to move with him. You wrap your arms around his broad back, and bring him closer. Your faces are so close you share air, his laboured, heavy, warm breath, mingles with your shallow, fast pants.

“Oh fuck, oh Jesus,” Sy drops his head into your neck. “I'm gonna cum, you feel so good.” his arms slide under your back and his thrusts become harder and harder until he makes a strangled, guttural growl and holds himself deep inside you.

After a few moments he shivers and his full weight falls on you as the taut muscles in his back relax as if all tension has melted away. His breath is still hard and hot against your neck, his skin is scorching, humid with a sheen of sweat.

It's over. It was nothing like what your friends said it would be like. You feel Sy’s lips press into your neck and he murmurs something inaudible into your skin. Yes, it was awkward and strange but… You've never felt closer to anyone in your life.

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[ohlovejoy]

impromptu dinner | tommy x gn!reader

summary: you had been set up on this blind date by one of your close friends, your date is not what you expected and you’re miserable. when your date leaves you to with a bunch of food and an expensive bill, you call up tommy.

a/n: helloooo! this is my first ever fic and i’m not that great of a writer so i’d appreciate if you went easy on me :P  this idea just came to me one day, so it’s super random + i really hope you guys enjoy this! (also if you want a part two go for it, i didn’t know how to end this one LOL)

warnings: mentions of food and eating

interpret this however you want (romantic/platonic) no pronouns used! → check out my masterlist here ♡ → read my next imagine “breaking news” here!

You had to be honest with yourself, this date was awkward. Your friend set you up on this date and this guy was nothing like what they had described. “Elegant, charming, and kind”? Those are not the words to describe the guy that’s slurping spaghetti bolognese in front of you. 

The awkward sounds of slurping and silence were interrupted by a buzzing sound. “Hey, I think someone’s calling you.” You said. His eyes widened and he stopped slurping his spaghetti, his lips were covered with red sauce. You cringed at the sight of it, this is truly the biggest ick you’ve ever gotten. No second dates for sure. “Okay, I have to take this. This is important.” The guy said. He wiped his mouth with his arm and headed outside. You sighed and could not believe the date you were on. At this point, you didn’t have the appetite to eat. 

You looked at your phone mindlessly scrolling through Twitter until you realized 20 minutes had gone by. He hasn’t come back, he wasn’t coming back. This was a fancy restaurant and the bill hadn’t been paid yet. You could probably afford it  but you still were in disbelief that your date had dined and dashed you. With all this food left on your table, the spaghetti, the appetizers, a humongous steak, and no takeout policy, you did the one thing that came to mind. 

You go through your phone app and call Tommy. “You hungry?” You had audible annoyance in your voice but he didn’t care, he was more confused about why you had called him. “Aren’t you on a date at that ‘super amazing and cool restaurant’?” You gave a slight chuckle. You couldn’t be annoyed any longer, you were talking to Tommy. “Yeah no, he just left me. Said he was going to take a call, then went ahead and left me. That being said, are you hungry and do you like spaghetti?”. 

He laughed, “Are you seriously asking me if I want to eat the dinner your horrible date gave you?”. You realized how ridiculous you sounded, “Okay, just come over here. Seriously.” “Okay, okay, give me 5 minutes”, He hung up and you waited. The waiter came by to your table. “Excuse me, are you ready to pay?” He asked. “I’m really sorry but not yet, I’m waiting for someone.” You said in a low voice. The waiter shot you a dirty look and went to another table. You look back at your phone, waiting for an update text or anything. You could ask someone else but the truth is you only wanted him here. 

“Hey!” An all too familiar voice said. You looked up and there he was. You were fully expecting him to wear his “sunday club” jumper or his blue puffy jacket but he was all dressed up. He had worn the one tuxedo in his closet. “Aw, no Superdry shirt?” You joked. He chuckled and took a seat, “This is a fancy restaurant, I didn’t want to get kicked out.” You raised an eyebrow at him. “Yeah, okay.” He looked at the spaghetti and saw the fork was submerged in it. “Can I eat the steak instead?” He asked with a hint of nervousness in his voice.

 “For sure.” You laughed.

#tommyinnit #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x y/n #tommyinnit fluff #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit headcanon #tommyinnit headcanons #dream smp #dream smp imagines #tommyinnit imagine #tommyinnit fanfic

[ncitygirls]

yours - jaemin x f reader

fluff, smut, bffs2lovers, 3k

before joining you to your cousin’s wedding, jaemin had made a big deal about not being properly invited. as always, mark kept true to his habit of innocently causing trouble when it suited him. ‘i’m like family! where’s my invite!’ but it was hard to fault mark, because of course jaemin had been invited. somehow, his parents neglected to inform him that your cousin had rightfully assumed jaemin would know he was included in the na family’s invite. you said nothing though. especially when jaemin had briefly explained the reason for his displeasure. ‘we deserve our own invite, y/n. one for us together.’ which made no sense at all, because you’re just friends. you’re not together. however you had no idea you were alone in thinking that.

you see, jaemin was more acquainted with your family than some of your own relatives. he was invited to christmases, weddings, birthdays. basically any and all occasions your family saw fit to celebrate, jaemin was in attendance. yet surprisingly, even after having grown up alongside you and mark, a few of your more distant cousins were more than happy to express their displeasure with his more forward placed seat. because, like you keep reminding everybody: jaemin is just your best friend. but apparently, best friends didn’t reserve the rights to things you gave to jaemin. not in your extended family’s eyes. not that yours and mark’s family cared.

yet in the end, like most things regarding you, jaemin knew his attendance tonight had been a mistake. but not because of the petty feud his presence birthed in the lee lineage. oh no. it’s because, unlike most nights jaemin spends in your company - with your hair strewn about, mascara permanently smudged, and a lazy grin etched on - tonight, you were his least favourite kind of y/n. the one where he can’t help but follow you with his eyes, watch the placement of your feet, enjoy the shrill tone of your cackle. throughout the night, jaemin had found himself warmed by the way you drag your balled up fist over your made up eye, how you sing along to songs you don’t know the words to, how you wobble in your heels before you cling to him.

jaemin makes the mistake of enjoying you a bit too much. how you scowl as your relatives chat shit a bit too loud for you liking, how you make a scene of conspicuously covering his ears, unaware of how unbothered he is. how you try so hard to make him happy, in the smallest and largest of ways. so he drags you into a dance when you move to walk over, ready to rip your own blood a new one. “i’m gonna kill ‘em.”

“no,” he states simply, one of his hands slipping from your hand to your waist. “dance with me.”

“who do they think they are!” your voice adopts an unsettling shrillness that he can’t help but chuckle at. it even throws his head back. “why are you so happy? you should be mad!”

“because i don’t care,” he shrugs, tightening his hold on you slightly. “i’m here- you’re here. why would i not be happy?”

“you’re such a fucking leo.”

he still doesn’t know what that means, but he laughs anyway, happy that your deduction seemed to satisfy you. you eventually calm down, a peace settling over you as he spins you lazily around the dance floor. there’s some early 2000s track playing, one definitely unfitting for the way he’s swaying you. but you pay it no mind, speaking softly as he presses his cheek to the crown of your head.

“when do you wanna head up?” up, meaning the hotel room your relatives are also wound up about. it was intended for the bridal party and far travelled guests, neither of which they are. and neither of which you are. but you were your cousin’s favourite. and so was he. so naturally, you two had one reserved. even your parents had opted to stay at a cottage a couple roads over. “i think the boys are all gone already.”

he notes the guilt tainting your tone, knowing how drained jaemin grew from both physical and social interactions of any kind. so you knew well what his answer would be. “when you’re ready.”

“okay,” slipping out of his hold, you drag him over to the newly married couple. you exchange brief goodnights and grateful tidings before he excuses himself to find the jacket of his tuxedo. the search doesn’t take long, his eyes landing on the black coat a few seconds after parting. he does give himself a breather though, his knees cracking as the seat holding his jacket readily carries his weight. he doesn’t dare shut his eyes, knowing full well he’ll fall victim to his fatigue. so instead, he let’s them follow the one thing that always occupies his mind, that can keep him up all night. he finds you far quicker than he did his coat, the pink satin of your dress falling half way down your calf as you skipped over to bid some other guests farewell. he sighs happily, glad you never force him into such tedious pleasantries. you learnt a long time ago that while impossibly affectionate, jaemin’s social clock ticked a few hours faster than any one else’s. so by your timing, it had probably expired a little after the vows. it took a little bit of getting used to, but it also meant for quicker farewells and a speedier exit.

it’s only now jaemin realises this was a mistake. because before he ever gets his breather, less from you, but all the feelings that come from being with you, you’re at his side. he’s learned how not to cease up at your touch anymore. instead, linking his fingers with yours when they rest gently on his shoulder. when he peeks up at you, his eyes blinded less by the party lighting and more by your tired smile, he knows not to sigh, forcing down his body’s natural response to your attention. but when you tug at his hands, bringing him to stand, whispering a-

“let’s go home, yeah?”

he knows this isn’t a mistake. this is torture.

it’s how you pour him a tall, ice cold glass of domesticity with every meal. your hand wrapped in his as you lead him through the hotel. you slip out of your heels somewhere between the lobby and the elevator, grinning up at him as he takes them from you. jaemin even curses himself, his body responding to your needs unthinkingly. he tries to calm his beating heart by counting the floors, his eyes following the analog dial as you lean against his shoulder, fiddling with his cuffs.

“do you want them off?” you ask softly, barely a touch louder than the elevator music. he nods, though your gel nails are already picking at the gold, removing them with ease. “gimme the other one.” he inhales deeply, cursing whoever gave you to him. well, not really. you weren’t really his. but god did you act like it.

your hands slip into his pocket for the room key before slipping back into his hand. he just follows you out, caught in a happy daze as you take him ‘home’. you struggle a bit with the key card, trying it every which way before he leans into you, wrapping his arm around you as he reaches for the card. “the arrow’s pointing this way,” his thumb nail presses on the black arrow indicating the direction you have to push it. he doesn’t see you roll your eyes, but he guesses you do. so he presses his lips to your temple in apology. “you’ll get it next time.”

“piss off,” you laugh, pushing the door open when it clicks. he throws the heels and jacket on a chair by the door before collapsing onto the adjacent couch, his body ready to succumb to his dire need for rest. he can just about hear you rustling through the bags in the bathroom, your feet padding around on the linoleum. when it muffles slightly, he figures out immediately what you’ve returned for when you stop between his thighs. “thank you,” you sigh, his fingers already pinching at the zip on your dress. it sits low at the base of your spine, the back of the dress leaving you completely exposed. he’d taken to placing his hand there all night, his fingers gliding up and down the skin whenever he got the chance. when it’s down, his eyes linger on your hips, the top of your panties peeking out before you slap his knee.

“what?”

“the necklace,” your back is still turned, hair blocking his view. “please?” you add, hand smoothing over the skin of his knee.

“come here,” he pulls you down to sit between his thighs, his legs parting to make space for you. you land with a huff, quickly realising you haven’t sat down all night. jaemin realises this too, your neck craning a bit further to the side than necessary as he tucks your hair over your shoulder. “you okay?”

“mhm,” you hum, squeezing his thigh. “just a bit sleepy.”

“a bit?” he laughs, a little breathless as he gathers the chain he got you one christmas. “i think you’ve earned a good sleep.” he surmises, hands squeezing your shoulders gently. “but you know you were a guest today, right? not the planner?”

“yeah?” turning onto your knees, you glare down at him. “someone had to sort my uncle out, he was steaming!”

“yes, true,” he laughs. “just make sure you’re not doing that at my wedding.”

you feign surprise at that, “i’m invited to your wedding?”

“of course,” his hands squeeze yours earnestly before he whispers, “can’t have my wedding without the bride, can i-”

“fuck off!” his cackles chase you out the room. while you wash up, he makes quick work of his tux, throwing his slacks over the back of the couch, his thumbs slowly unhooking each of his buttons. a true man of leisure, he’s in all but his socks and draws when you return. “all done!” you sing, throwing the dress down as you reappear in an oversized t-shirt. he recognises it almost immediately from uni. it’s his soccer team’s jersey. it has his number on the back.

“finally,” he whines, pushing you aside as he makes his way inside, quickly locking the door to avoid your attacks. he goes to reach for his wash bag just to find the reason he did already waiting unpacked. in a small cup on the side is his toothbrush, resting sweetly beside yours. he ignores the hygienic implications of this and skips right to the romantic. because, while jaemin thinks and often dreams of placing your first name with his last, and while he spends most of his free time with you, and while he would take any number of bullets for you, he still can’t for the life of him figure you out. even after he bombards you with affection, praise, teasing, flirting, kisses. you’re still just you. making him just him.

and that’s fine, if that’s what you want. but he’s not sure he truly knows what it is you want. and this gets him thinking about the little things. how his hand is seldom empty in your presence. how you never think of him second, always first. how you want to be with him always. moments like now, when he returns to find you hanging his tux on its hanger, encasing it in its protective sleeve. his arms slip around your waist, pulling you flush against him. and you melt instantly, resting in his embrace. “thanks,” he mumbles, lips pressing gently to your shoulder.

“‘is okay,” you hum, hanging it over the back of the door before resting your hands over his. see, hands never empty when you’re near. he sways you back and forth, his heart beating gently into your back as you lean into him. “did you have fun?” you ask, squeezing at his forearms, “i know we probably stayed later than you’d like-”

“it was great.” see, always putting him first. “did you want to stay longer?”

“not without you.” see, how you want to be with him always. he wonders how you don’t see it. how you don’t see you’re killing him. “come on,” you mumble, shutting off the light as you blindly drag him to bed. jaemin has an annoying habit of following you in, his body shuffling in after yours, rather than separating and meeting in the middle. it doesn’t allow you much room, by the time you reach your side, he’s encased you in his arms, legs, even his head, his chin slotting itself in the crook of your neck. “nana?”

“hm?”

“i’m sorry about today,” the apology doesn’t shock him, but rather your disappointment. “you’re more like family to mark and i than they ever were. tonight was just proof of that.”

“it’s okay,” he squeezes you a touch harder, trying to decipher whether your words harm or soothe the growing hole in his heart. “i can’t say i don’t see where they’re coming from.”

“what d’you mean?”

“i dunno,” he starts, thinking as his lips press to the back of your neck. “i guess i’d be confused by us too,” he mutters against your skin.

“how so?” you press, turning in his hold, gazing up at him. his eyes are more than used to the dark now as he gazes back down at you. you’re tucked right up to him, the covers strewn over your lower halves. he rests his temple on his palm, elbow pressed into the mattress as you fiddle with his fingers. “what’s confusing?”

he shrugs as best he can, watching his hand in yours. “i dunno,” he repeats, grinning when you huff. “i just- i think it’s hard for people to get that i’m your friend,” he tries, “just your friend.”

“what else would you be?” what else? what else?!

“i dunno,” he repeats for the third time, though he knows exactly what you’d be. but you don’t need to know that. not when you seemed so happy, so satisfied with how things are already. and that’s what’s most important to him. your happiness. and jaemin couldn’t exactly say he wasn’t happy with how things are either, he just knows there could be more to you both, more to this. more to him than being your best friend. but maybe it’s for another night. like he tells himself every time you push a topic you’re not remotely ready to breach. “let’s forget it-”

“no,” he flinches, just preparing to settle down for sleep. “am i missing something? if i am, just tell me.”

“i-” he drops his forehead to yours then. he’s so close, your eyes have to cross just for you to see him. it’s only when he rises you see a change in him. a nervous jaemin isn’t one you’re use to. it’s one that you would rather never see, it truly worries you. especially as he agrees, a small “okay,” leaving him before he kisses the tip of your nose, his lips barely puckered as they meet the skin. he grins as he does, his teeth gleaming in the moonlit room, his eyes open just wide enough to see you. his lips drop to your cheek, warming as your skin does. he hovers there as your hand tightens on his arm, clinging to him. he daren’t move, afraid the slightest jolt will wake him, drag him right out of this sleepless dream. when your grip loosens, he drops his head until he’s right by your mouth, his lips daringly puckering before he presses them to the corner of your lips. he stills as yours do too, your soft lips, now embalmed in his memory, pressing there ever so gently before he rises once more. he waits a second, watching the smallest of shivers rack through you before he dips again, lips falling to your neck. he smiles against your skin, overjoyed as you subtly crane your neck. his teeth drag over your skin as he journeys down the column of your neck, your hands gripping onto him a touch harder when he stops.

his fingers glide along the skin of your side, thumb pressing into the dip of your waist. he stops short of your chest, locked mid motion as he watches you breathe. there is no haste in his movements. no need to rush anything. no need to hurry. all there is, is a beat. a steady one in his chest. one that holds him here, one where he can’t move, can’t bring himself to test the waters you’ve just dared he enter. not even as the pads of your fingers glide along the warm skin of his neck, nails dragging through his nape, silently daring him to move. he pants over your chest, a lazy grin pulling at his mouth as you ask him again-

“what else would you be, jaem?”

he moves unthinkingly. as his dampened lips meet the hardened nub through your t-shirt, sucking on you through the aged material. his rolls his teeth gently, his fingers at your side finding your neglected nipple as you whine out for him. he feels himself slipping into delirium, caught somewhere between a dream and reality, unsure where exactly he’d rather be. he decides it doesn’t matter, not when you’re there. here. with him. letting him touch you in ways he never really thought possible. ways jaemin only ever imagined, only ever let himself surrender to in the dead of night. in the solitude of his own shameful company. he never thought of this. not really.

he had hoped, maybe even prayed, but never truly believed he’d have you whimpering for him. your fingers falling in the gaps between his own, pressing his open palm harder against your thinly veiled heat, your hips rolling against it. jaemin never thought he’d hear your whines, the sound cutting through him like knives, like ice shooting through his veins. he never thought you’d want him. not like this.

“jaem,” he’s with you in seconds, his spit slick lips an inch above yours. he watches patiently as you grind up against his hand, feeling his fingers prod at your desperate heat.

“you wanna know what else i could be?”

you nod. “please.”

“i could be yours.”

#i haven’t got the range #also i have jaemin on the brain and friendship too! #meet me at the altar #ncitygirls #na jaemin #jaemin #jaemin x reader #jaemin smut #jaemin fluff #nct x reader #nct dream #nct dream smut #nct dream fluff #nct smut #nct fluff #needs another proofread #enjoy!

[siremasterlawrence]

Castle In Wildwind Part 2

Part 1 - 3

Joel’s final stop through the grounds ends up in the kitchen where I greet Henry Avel to serve me dinner.

Unfortunately, he is out doing the monthly food shopping for our gigantic pantry but we wait.

I can see him walking umbrella in one hand and a ridiculous long receipt in the other.

We greet him at the door his stern cold as ice expression vividly cools.

His this pink lips spread out to both corners of his mouth and he is speechless.

We all enter the kitchen he gently tugs me to his side kissing me slowly.

His arms wrap over me pulling me closer to Joel’s jealous it’s infuriating him to no end

Seeing I stop removing myself and then with no effort at all order them to retrieve the groceries.

I gleam watching them left more than one bag in ever effort to impress me.

The sheer will it took me not to rip off their shirts.

They back away the goods in to the pantry as Joel sadly exist for his duties.

Henry smiles at me placing his apron on his body, he laughs a bit switching the radio on a loudly.

He has this thick, hot and soulful old school British accident hitting every note.

Quite amusing to me it is with all my inner strength to sit down and sing with him.

“Dinner will be served in a hour.”

Part 4 - 6

I leave him to cut up the ingredients that he does so perfectly it’s stunning.

I head upstairs to get ready for the nights new beginnings because we have a party to plan.

My mind goes in to hyper drive planning the first black and white ball in this house for years.

I give up removing my clothes till I’m naked and entering the shower.

The window is open, the steam burst in to the air and I am in heaven.

That night I am flawed to see both men in tuxedos at the foot of the staircase.

“We thought you might want to eat with a theme.”

“We could not come up with one”

“So, how about a island destination”

“Sound intriguing though a bit on the nose”

“Nobody has to know”

“I concur”

“Well then ready, set and go”

“Add flair of the dramatic”

“How about a romantic night in a snow resort”

Part 7 - 9

In a matter of minutes fake snow covers the entirety of the living room.

The windows, the walls and everything else it’s the epitome of a disaster area.

“I love it” I proclaim a bit too loud.

“No one can hear you”

“Don’t worry”

“How do you know that?”

“It’s our job to know”

“What do you mean?”

“Part of our job is to surveillance the place”

“We have your back”

“I am in a spy movie apparently”

“What am I a diplomat from some unknown country”

“It’s not that bad”

“hahahahaha “

“We will have fun”

The end

[dahliavandare]

Too Sexy For My Shirt (I Wanna Love You)

Wreck the Bard

Rated: M

Prompt: lingerie/taking off clothes

Relationship: Geralt/Jaskier

Words: 1062

Jaskier had thought Geralt understood it was a date. He had said, when he asked, ‘come to the dinner as my date’. He had brought flowers when he picked him up (sunflowers because of their mild, pleasant scent and how they reminded him of Geralt’s eyes. And because he figured they probably wouldn’t wilt if Geralt didn’t get them in water until after he got home). He had been so bold as to kiss the back of Geralt’s hand when they announced his up-and-comer award. He had even, on the way home, played Geralt the first song he’d written for the album and said it was inspired by how he makes Jaskier feel.

But here he is, almost a week later, picking Geralt up from work for their usual pizza night, and from the other room he overhears Geralt dejectedly explaining to one of his coworkers that it’s not like that; the album Jaskier was getting recognized for was full of gay love songs so he HAD to bring a man as a date and Jaskier is not currently seeing anyone.

No shit Jaskier’s not dating anyone - he wants to date Geralt! He gave up on having other romantic relationships a decade ago because everyone paled in comparison to his best friend, and he had had to put a stop to his casual hook-ups a few years ago too (he had accidentally moaned Geralt’s name while the last fellow was sucking him off, and the man had immediately stopped and told him it was rude to call out the wrong name during sex, and positively cruel to say it with the kind of tenderness Jaskier just did when he couldn’t drum up a tenth of that enthusiasm for the person actually in front of him. It was an impressively eloquent speech, and all the more impactful because the fellow had delivered entirely from his knees.)

Later that night he asked Geralt, casually (as casual as a sequined ball gown), whether he was seeing anyone. Jaskier had fantasized that Geralt would lean forward and flirtatiously purr that he was planning on seeing Jaskier in his bed that night. Realistically, he hoped that Geralt would raise an eyebrow and state that the two of them were dating. What actually happened was that Geralt stared intently at his current pizza slice and said “No.”

This would not do! He had gotten up the courage to ask! He had taken Geralt on a date! During which Geralt had smiled repeatedly! Geralt was not allowed to not realize it had happened!

Jaskier came up with a new plan and worked the whole next week to get it ready.

He invited Geralt over to his apartment. He told him they could probably go to the rock climbing gym after, but that he was working on something that he really wanted to show Geralt first and get his input. When his friend accepted, Jaskier had to hold in a victory dance. He’d secured the whole afternoon for if it went well, and they really could spend the afternoon rock climbing if it didn’t.

Everything was ready when Geralt arrived. Jaskier was wearing a ruffled tuxedo shirt and soft lounge pants. The pants weren’t actually his first choice, he’d been hoping to wear some obscenely tight jeans to emphasize his assets, but he needed to be able to MOVE.

With the rest of the furniture pushed against the wall, he directed Geralt to the chair he’d moved to the middle of the room.

“Why does it matter where I sit to hear a song?”

“Well it’s, there’s a dance. You’re not just listening, you’re watching the dance, and I need you in the right part of the room for when I do it or it won’t be right.”

Geralt grumbled but sat.

Jaskier queued up the remix he’d made. This was it, the moment of truth. He stood with his back to Geralt, one hand behind his head, the other arm straight up in the air. The music opened with the yowl of an electric guitar, he started bouncing his hip to the beat.

Da dudum! Da dudum! Da dudum! Da dudum!

I’m-

He spun around

Too sexy for my shirt

And started unbuttoning as he walked toward Geralt

Too sexy for my shirt,

So sexy it hurts

Pelvic thrusts!

I’m too sexy for Milan

He had reached Geralt- turn and circle the hips!

Too sexy for Milan, New York and Japan

Ok, now swing the leg over - good! Lap successfully straddled!

I hear you calling and it’s needles and pins (and pins)

Jaskier runs his hands up his chest while writhing.

I wanna kiss you but my senses tell me to stop!

And throw off the shirt!

I wanna taste you but your

Too sexy for my love

He backed up, inching his pants down as he went.

Too sexy for my love love

Hip pop! Hip pop!

Your mouth, so hot, your web, I’m caught

Kick off the pants!

Your skin, so wet, black lace, on sweat

Turn and show the thong!

Yeah on the catwalk, yeah, on the catwalk, yeah

I shake my little tush on the catwalk.

Shake the butt!

Well I don’t wanna break these chains

Back up toward Geralt again.

Burning deep inside my veins

Turn and throw the leg over

I wanna kiss you but your

Lean in towards his lips,

Too sexy for this song!

and FREEZE!

The music had ended. He was straddling Geralt’s thighs, dressed only in a sturdy black thong. Their lips were all of an inch apart. Neither moved.

He waited, hoping Geralt had finally understood, but his best friend was just staring at him, motionless.

Jaskier, panting slightly from the dance, asked, “What do you think?” trying not to act like the answer could destroy him.

“It’s…” Geralt rasped, his voice dry and husky, “not your usual thing. I don’t think the audience will expect it.”

“You are the audience,” Jaskier breathed, “The dance is for you.”

Geralt stared at him, slowly placing his hands on Jaskier’s bare, muscular thighs. “For me?”

Jaskier nodded. Geralt kissed him. Jaskier wrapped his arms around the other man’s neck while Geralt slid his hands up to his hips and guided him onto his lap.

It was, Jaskier would conclude when they finally came up for air, a very successful plan.

@whataboutthebard

#wreck the bard #watb #sept 12 #jaskier #geralt of rivia #geralt/jaskier #geraskier #lingerie #taking off clothes

[silhouetteofacedar]

Fox Mulder, Closet Romantic Ch. 15: Silk and Salt

Previous Chapter - AO3 - MSR, rated E

A real date.

Mulder hasn’t been on a blatant, show-up-with-roses, ‘I’m into you and would like to get laid maybe’ date in a good five years. Possibly longer; he really doesn’t remember at this point. His life before Scully seems strangely two-dimensional in memory these days.

Part of him thinks that fancy dinners or elegant nights out don’t really seem like their style, but he figures they can decide together after the fact. They have to try it at least once, right? God knows she deserves it.

They’re busy with Mulder’s Gettysburg ghost case for the next few days (he was right, which Scully would not accept), but by Wednesday things have settled down, and he’s able to plan.

“Saturday, May sixteenth, at five,” he announces without preamble on Thursday morning. “I’ll pick you up. And don’t be alarmed, but I’ll be wearing a tuxedo.”

“Okay,” she says, surprised. “I take it this is the date I requested?”

“Yes it is,” he replies. “But that’s all I’m going to reveal. The details are a surprise, and if I recall correctly, somebody wanted to keep personal discussions outside of working hours, so by that metric I’ve already said too much.”

Scully presses her lips together, nodding. “Say no more,” she says. “Now where’s your report?”

He’s not nervous. He’s a grown man; a federal agent, for fuck’s sake. This is nothing compared to some of the tense situations he’s been in throughout his career. Knocking on his partner’s door with a bouquet of red roses under his arm doesn’t even make the list.

Regardless… he’s a little nervous.

Scully opens the door in a flurry of dark blue silk and delicate perfume. “Wow, hi,” she breathes, stepping back and opening the door wider. “Nice tux.”

“Thanks,” he says faintly, drinking in the sight of her.

She’s wearing a silky floor length slip dress with teeny little straps, and he has the fleeting image of snapping them with his teeth, leaving bite marks on her smooth shoulders. She sees him staring and smiles.

“Navy blue; exciting, isn’t it,” she says, gesturing sheepishly to the dress. “I can only handle one fashion adventure at a time.”

His eyes travel her body, appreciating the way the fabric skims her hips. “You look incredible, Scully,” he says, voice oddly hoarse. He clears his throat. “These are for you,” he adds unnecessarily, holding out the bouquet.

“Thank you,” she says, taking the roses. “These are gorgeous, Mulder. Let me put them in water.” She steps into the kitchen and sets the bouquet on the counter. “You know, the last time somebody gave me flowers, I was dying of cancer,” she says conversationally, bending to retrieve a vase from the cupboard under the sink. “Needless to say, this is a preferable occasion.”

“Mark didn’t…?”

“No,” Scully replies, filling the vase under the tap. “I think flowers happen less in real life than they do in movies, at least in my experience. I can count on one hand the number of times a date brought me a bouquet.”

“Nobody’s ever gotten me flowers, so I think I have you beat,” Mulder says.

“I’ll get you some sometime,” Scully says, and it doesn’t seem like she’s joking. She unwraps the stems and places them in the vase. “I’ll give them food and a fresh cut later,” she says, and Mulder nods as though he understands flower care. So water’s not enough…?

“So where are we going?” Scully asks, taking her wrap off the back of the couch and draping it over her shoulders. “I’m assuming - actually, hoping - there’s food involved.”

“I would never neglect to feed a lady,” Mulder assures her. “We have reservations somewhere, but that’s after this.” He withdraws an envelope from his jacket and hands it to her.

Scully peeks into the envelope and pulls out two tickets, scanning the tiny print. “The Kennedy Center?” she says in surprise.

He nods. “The National Symphony Orchestra is playing a selection of Vaughan Williams,” he replies. “Thought you might like it.”

“Mulder, this is amazing,” she says. “I haven’t heard live music in ages. It’s one of those things that’s hard to prioritize.” She slips the tickets back into the envelope and hands it back to him. “So, are you ready to go?” she asks, picking up her little evening bag, gathering the long chain in one hand. She loops the other around his elbow.

He tucks the tickets back into his jacket pocket. “Let’s go paint the town.”

In Mulder’s estimation, one of the best things about going to the symphony is that there’s not much to watch aside from the waving arms of the conductor. Therefore he feels free to close his eyes, absorb the music, daydream a little without risking missing anything important.

The most important thing, after all, is sitting right next to him.

He glances at Scully often, taking in her beautiful face, the rapturous look in her eyes, the elegant curve of her nose, her tender mouth. He loves the way she wore her hair tonight; it’s shiny and wavy, pulled back on one side with a little comb. He fantasizes about slipping the comb out of her hair, sifting his fingers through crimson strands as he draws her in for a kiss. Feeling tendrils brush his face as his lips travel to her earlobe, her neck…

She’s looking at him now, an eyebrow arched. He shrugs, heat in his cheeks as he faces forward again.

He feels something brushing his finger and glances down to see her small, manicured hand creep on top of his, their little fingers intertwining.

The music soars, and he floats away with it.

“That was wonderful,” she says as they walk out of the theatre. “The last piece especially, The Lark Ascending,” she notes, glancing at the program. “It was magical. I’m so glad we did this.”

“Not bad for our first real date?” Mulder asks, hand on the small of her back. He secretly relishes the slip the fabric beneath his palm.

“Not bad at all,” she replies, smiling up at him. God, what did he ever do to deserve that smile? He’s grossly inadequate.

Mulder glances at his watch when they reach his car. “I expected the concert to be longer,” he admits, wincing. “Our reservation isn’t until eight, at that French place on northwest M Street.”

At that exact moment, Mulder hears Scully’s stomach growl.

She looks up at him apologetically. “You can ignore that, can’t you?”

“How hungry are you, Scully?” he asks, leaning against the car. She grabs his elbow and pulls him forward. “Mulder, you’re going to get dusty,” she warns. “And I’ll admit I haven’t eaten much today… I’ll admit I was a little nervous.”

“You were nervous? Why?” he asks, concerned.

“Well, nervous and excited. Because this… this is new. It’s a good thing,” she explains, “But it’s going to take some time to get used to.”

He nods. “Adjusting.”

“Exactly.”

Her stomach lets out another rumble.

“Scully, we should eat now. We can save the restaurant for another time,” he says. “I can’t have you passing out on me; you’re the doctor in this partnership. What’re you in the mood for?”

She licks her lips. “Don’t laugh,” she warns. “Actually, let’s just start walking,” she says, looping an arm with his. “There’s a spot not far from here that I really like. It’ll be a surprise.”

This is incredible.

Mulder wasn’t aware that it was possible to fall this hard for a person, but Scully never ceases to amaze him. Of all the places she could have picked, she chose an ancient, cramped little fish and chips shop down by the Potomac. So here they are, dressed to the nines at a tiny table with two heaping baskets of fish and chips between them. Their ten minute walk had made them both a little warm; his jacket is off, shirt sleeves rolled up, bow-tie undone and hanging loosely around his neck. Scully’s shawl is draped over the back of her chair, her arms enticingly bare as she cuts tender sections off of a slab of crispy battered cod.

“People are staring at us,” she says in a low tone, dipping a bite of fish into the saggy paper cup of tartar sauce. “You think maybe we’re overdressed?”

He grins at her. “Might be. They’re all looking at you,” he insists. “A gorgeous redhead in a silk gown, chowing down on greasy seafood? It’s like spotting Halley’s Comet,”

She locks eyes with him as she chews, a smile quirking her lips. “You think I’m gorgeous?” she teases.

“Of course,” he replies easily, pouring ketchup over his chips. “And brilliant, and compassionate, and adorable, and-”

“Stop,” she implores, holding up a hand. “I can only handle one compliment at a time.”

“Then we gotta increase your stamina, Scully, because I could easily go on.”

“Oh could you?” she says, raising a brow. “I’d like to see that sometime.”

“I’m ready when you are,” he replies.

“Mm,” she hums, busying herself with her fork. “I’ll keep you posted.”

He leans forward, knees bumping hers beneath the postage stamp-sized table. “Can I confess something?”

“Sure,” she replies, popping a chip into her mouth and brushing salt off her fingertips.

“I can’t stop thinking about kissing you again. I would have earlier but your lipstick looked really nice and I didn’t want to smudge it.”

She raises her eyebrows. “Wow,” she says softly. She drops her hand to the table, runs a fingertip over his knuckles. “Well, when we get out of here…” she trails off suggestively.

He hopes she doesn’t notice him start to chew faster.

#my fic #txf fic #xfiles #msr #fox mulder closet romantic #fmcr #THEY GO ON A DAAAATE #this is technically part one of this excursion okay it got too long and i had to reign it in #molz makes arbitrary rules for herself

[writingfeatherduster]

Can I request something where sans keeps making excuses to keep Grillby talking? And when confronted, he admits that he just likes hearing Grillby’s voice? 👉👈

Haha, so this was going to just be silly fluff, I swear, but...  Look I swear it all works out and it’s really cute in the end. I hope you enjoy!

Talk to Me

Word count: 3323 Summary: Sans wants to hear from his boyfriend more, but he goes about it the wrong way.

“Hello Sans, this is Grillby. I just wanted to call and make sure you’re alright. It’s been two days since I’ve seen you at the bar… I asked Dogamy and Dogeressa if they’d seen you and they both said they haven’t. Are you ill? If you are, I could bring something for you and Papyrus, or- ah, well, I’ve been talking long enough. Forgive my rambling. Just send me a message to let me know you’re alright? I hope to see you soon.”

Sans let the voicemail play as he laid in bed, relaxing a bit. It had been months since Grillby left that message. Sans had some kind of flu and was bedridden for a week. As soon as Grillby heard, he came over with canned soup, cold packs, and audiobooks, giving Papyrus a break to rest and ensuring that both of the skeletons were well cared for. The audiobooks had been nice, but they’d been nothing compared to Grillby’s voicemail. When Sans heard it, it occurred to him that he wasn’t sure he’d ever heard Grillby talk for that long in one go. The even rhythm of his voice was remarkably soothing. Sans had fallen asleep to that insignificant message more than once.

The skeleton felt a bit silly. He and Grillby were dating now. He had more than enough opportunity to talk to him. Something still felt off though. Even when they were outside the bar, Grillby was always a one-or-two sentences kind of guy. He never told any stories, he didn’t ramble on about his favorite subjects, and he never vented in length about his day. And then there was that phrase. “Forgive my rambling,” Sans muttered to himself, frowning. He’d heard that twice since he’d started dating Grillby, and something about it didn’t sit right with him. Speaking about dates with Grillby…

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Sans’s watch went off and he shot up. Shoot, he was late! Grillby had the evening off and they had agreed to meet up at the bar before going to MTT Resort for dinner. Grillbz made a reservation and everything! Sans hurriedly put on a black tuxedo-print shirt and then threw his freshly-washed jacket on top. That was about as close to fancy as Sans got.

Grabbing his phone, the skeleton took a shortcut to Grillby’s, where the bartender himself was waiting outside. Damn, he made Sans feel underdressed. Grillby had a black suit jacket on over his navy blue dress shirt, and it looked like he might have even ironed his usual bowtie for this. He was looking at his watch, making Sans feel a pang of guilt. This was what, the fourth time in a row he’d been late for a date?

Grillby didn’t seem to mind it. He glanced up and caught sight of Sans, smiling a bit. “I see you’re all dressed up,” he chuckled. “You look nice.”

“Not as nice as you, hot stuff.” Sans grinned, holding out a hand for Grillby. “Ready to go?”

Grillby nodded and took his hand. “Ready.”

Dating Start!

One moment, they were in Snowdin. The next, they were at MTT Resort, barely in time for their reservation. Sans had done a few comedy gigs at MTT before, so it wasn’t like it was a new place to him, but somehow going there with Grillby made it feel different. The lighting felt softer, the music seemed gentler, and when the two of them sat at their table, the smile Grillby gave Sans made the skeleton feel like he was dreaming. For the first time, MTT Resort Restaurant felt romantic.

“What are you thinking about?” Grillby asked, breaking Sans’s train of thought.

Sans chuckled. “You,” he responded honestly. “You make the whole room light up wherever you go.”

Grillby arched an eyebrow. “Well, I am made of fire.”

“Oh my god, you know what I meant,” Sans managed through his laughter. As he calmed, he gave the bartender a soft smile. “This is nice. I’ve been here a thousand times, but it’s different when it’s with you. A good different. You make everything better.”

Grillby blushed, smiling. “Sans… that was the sappiest thing I have ever heard.”

Sans grinned at his teasing. “Aww, you know you love me.”

“I do.” Grillby rested his arm on the table, opening his hand to Sans. The skeleton took him up on his offer and mimicked the gesture, holding Grillby’s hand on top of the table. Grillby ran his thumb over Sans’s knuckles, thoughtful as he looked at their joined hands.

Usually, from there, Sans would start the conversation back up with an onslaught of puns or start talking about his day. The skeleton’s thoughts drifted back to that voicemail. ‘Forgive me for rambling.’ Their talks were always pretty one-sided, huh? It didn’t seem to bother Grillby at all, but it bothered Sans. He wanted to hear his boyfriend ramble. He wanted to know what was going on inside the fire monster’s head. And, if he was being honest with himself, he just wanted to take a moment to bask in Grillby’s even baritone voice.

“What are you thinking about?” Sans asked.

Grillby hadn’t expected that question, looking up. “Us,” he answered simply, smiling a bit.

That wasn’t a satisfying answer! Sans pressed a little more. “What about us?”

“About the time we spend together.” Grillby met Sans’s gaze, eyes full of tenderness and beautiful firelight. “I have never felt greater happiness than I do by your side.”

Man, how did he manage to sound so romantic in so few words? Sans flustered, dramatically fanning his face. “I’m swooning. And you said I’m a sap? If I’m a sap,” he joked, “Then you’re the whole maple.”

Grillby chuckled. “So tonight’s joke theme is going to be trees, I take it?”

“You better be-leaf it.” Sans winked at him. “Hey, why do trees make the worst frienemies?” He waited for a beat, then said, “Because they’re the best at throwing shade!”

Sans sometimes wondered if Grillby would have laughed at that joke if it came from someone other than him. Whether or not he would, he was laughing now, and Sans wanted it to go on forever. Unfortunately, it didn’t. Grillby regained his composure and let go of Sans’s hand, picking up a menu. “While I hate to interrupt the pleasant-trees, we should figure out what we want to eat.”

“Heh, good one,” Sans mumbled with a smile as he picked up his menu. Aha! This could be the perfect opportunity! “You know,” he began, “I’ve been here for gigs, but I’ve never actually eaten here. All these fancy dishes sound super complicated. Can you explain some of this stuff to me?” Grillby was passionate about cooking, so surely he would have a few words on the matter. More than a few, hopefully.

Grillby glanced up over the top of his menu. “What are you in the mood for?”

“Uhh…” Good question! Sans hadn’t really thought about it. “I dunno. I’ll figure it out as we go?”

Grillby nodded and looked back down at the menu. “Alright.” He considered the dishes on the menu for a long moment. “What about the swiss steak? It’s a tenderized steak cooked in a pan with onions and tomato sauce. It appears in the recipe they use here they also add mushrooms. I can’t be sure, but as far as spices go I would guess- well. I’ve already explained the basics. Forgive me for rambling.”

“No no, you’re good! I…” Sans wanted to groan. Oh, come on! For a moment there, the skeleton had been able to get completely lost in Grillby’s voice, taking in every word. “I, um, I think that sounds good, but I want to hear about some other stuff first.” He scanned the menu, picking a random dish. “What’s, uh… beef stroganoff?”

Grillby tilted his head, locating the name on the menu with interest. “Oh, that’s another good dish. Stroganoff is made with small pieces of a marbled cut of steak, ideally sirloin or ribeye. The sauce is made with…” Grillby trailed off and adjusted his glasses. “Well, it’s a white sauce. It’s usually served over noodles.”

So. Freaking. Close! “Yeah, great,” Sans mumbled, looking for another food that might get the bartender talking. He’d seemed excited to share for a minute there, so why did he stop? It was so frustrating! “What about… how do you say this one? Cock-ow-vien?”

“Coq au Vin,” Grillby corrected gently. “It’s a chicken dish. The chicken is slow-baked with vegetables in a wine sauce.” He stopped there instead of going on as he had before. Darn. Operation Have-Grillby-Explain-The-Entire-Menu was a bust.

Sans ended up going with the ‘Coq au Vin’, mispronouncing it on purpose when he ordered so Grillby would give him that fond look of exasperation he loved so much. The skeleton chuckled and played innocent, shrugging. “What’s with that expression? I said it eggs-actly how you did!”

Grillby just rolled his eyes. “Sometimes I wonder why I ever chose to date a comedi-hen,” the bartender sighed, smiling a bit at Sans’s resulting snicker. “So how was your day?”

Sans shrugged. “Eh, pretty much the usual. Papyrus tried out that waffle recipe you gave him today. It was… interesting.” Usually, he would elaborate, but he had something else on his mind. Time for Plan B: Make Grillby the center of attention! “Hey, you used to live around here, didn’t you?” Sans asked, abruptly changing the topic. “What was that like? As a kid?” If there was one thing any monster could go on about, it was childhood memories. Right?

Apparently not. “It wasn’t significantly different from living in Snowdin,” Grillby answered simply, eyeing the water the waiter had brought him as if it were going to jump out of the glass. “Just warmer.”

And… that was it. That was all Grillby had to say about it. If anything, the bartender seemed to be talking even less than usual. Sans was starting to get a little frustrated. “I’m sure it was different. More monsters, the construction of the Core… C’mon, Grillbz, don’t be shy about it. What was it like?”

“Noisy.” Grillby pushed the glass of water a bit further from himself. “That’s part of why I moved to Snowdin.”

Sans picked up the distracting glass and threw it over his shoulder. “Well then tell me why else you moved to Snowdin. Lava to snow seems like a pretty big shift just to get away from the noise.”

Grillby was caught a little bit off-guard, glancing over Sans’s shoulder before meeting his eyes again. “W-well, I’m an adult. It’s natural that I would leave home at some point, haha…”

“Yeah, but don’t fire monster families usually stick close together?” Sans asked.

“That’s correct.” Grillby adjusted his glasses, gaze falling to the table. “But I chose to open a business in Snowdin.”

Well, now they were just going around in circles. It seemed no matter what Sans asked or what buttons he pushed, Grillby was going to give him short, distant answers. The skeleton was beyond frustrated. Was it so much for him to ask to hear his boyfriend talk for more than a few seconds at a time?! He sighed inwardly as an oblivious waiter came by with their food, setting it on the table and cheerily asking if they needed anything else before walking off. The food looked nice, but the conversation tonight was… well, kind of nonexistent.

An awkward silence settled over the table as the two monsters looked at their plates. Unsurprisingly, Sans ended up being the one who had to break the silence. “So… Looks good. Why don’t you eat some and tell me what you think?”

Grillby wordlessly picked up his fork, taking a bite of the steak he’d opted for. He noticed he was still being watched and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “I-it’s good,” he mumbled. Did Sans realize his eyes had darkened? Was everything okay? The fire monster was starting to feel like he was being interrogated.

“Yeah? Care to elaborate on that?” Sans knew he was being pushy, but he didn’t know what else to do. He wanted to hear Grillby talk. He wanted to see him let down his guard and ramble for once. Just once, he wanted to be the one listening instead of the one doing all the talking. Was that too much to ask?

Yes. Yes, it was.

Grillby suddenly stood up, keeping his gaze on the wall, the floor, anywhere but Sans. “Excuse me,” he mumbled, “I need to step outside for a moment.” 

Sans sat up straight, finally snapping out of his thoughts long enough to pay attention to his boyfriend’s body language. Grillby was on the defensive, tension evident in each flame of his body. Before Sans could say anything to stop him, the fire monster had rushed off, walking past him and exiting the building. Well, shit.

“What the hell just happened?” Sans mumbled to himself, going over the events of the evening in his head. Yeah, maybe he’d been a bit pushy with Grillby, but it wasn’t worth getting that upset over, right?

“What was it like?”

“Noisy.”

“Don’t fire monster families usually stick close together?”

“That’s correct.”

“Ah, well, I’ve been talking long enough. Forgive my rambling.”

“Forgive me for rambling.”

...Grillby’s been talking plenty, Sans realized, eye sockets widening. He’s been telling me he’s uncomfortable all evening. I just wasn’t listening.

Grillby sat against the wall outside of MTT Resort, sighing as he took off his glasses and hung his head. He felt so embarrassed. He just couldn’t figure out what he had been doing wrong, and if Sans had kept questioning him he was sure he was going to cry or yell or- or something unpleasant. It had been weird when Sans started asking about the menu as if he couldn’t read, but Sans was weird like that sometimes. It went from weird to uncomfortable when the skeleton started asking personal questions, practically demanding answers. The bartender wanted to answer them. It wasn’t fair that Grillby knew so much about Sans’s personal life and Sans knew so little of Grillby’s, but…

...well. The fire monster had his reasons for not talking about it on what was supposed to be a romantic date.

People talked to people. Grillby knew this. His patrons at the bar were always making small talk and rambling and telling their stories, and that was a good thing. That was how people got to know others and become friends. On more than one occasion, he’d find himself listening to a conversation and thinking of just the story to tell or just the comment to add.

On more than one occasion, he felt a hand on the back of his neck, shoving him down and reminding him that children were seen and not heard. Even as an adult, that inclination to only say what needed to be said and to say it as concisely as possible stayed stubbornly in the back of his throat, choking any stray chatter that might make trouble for him.

People talked to people. Grillby knew this.

It was just… hard, sometimes.

“Takeout for Gr- Grail-bee? Is there a Grail-bee here?”

Grillby put his glasses back on, looking up. Sans stood over him with a plastic takeout bag, the skeleton looking sheepish as he offered a smile. “Hey there, firefly. You okay?”

“I’m alright,” Grillby mumbled, moving to get up. Sans stopped him with a hand on his shoulder, sitting next to the fire monster instead. Grillby relaxed back against the wall, looking at the bag and immediately feeling guilty. “I’m sorry. I-” Grillby’s voice cracked and he took a deep breath, choking back the tears he’d been trying to avoid in the restaurant. “I ruined dinner, didn’t I?”

“No, no, Grillbz,” Sans quickly reassured, turning towards Grillby and putting a hand on his shoulder. “You didn’t ruin anything. C’mon, don’t cry- come here, it’s okay, I’m sorry.” He pulled Grillby into a hug, rubbing his back. “Shh, I’m sorry. I made you real uncomfy back there, and that’s on me. I should’ve been paying more attention.”

Grillby wrapped his arms around Sans, taking deep breaths. “Sans,” he finally mumbled, “I understand that you are curious about me and my background, but why were you so… insistent, tonight?”

“Weeellll…” Sans rubbed the back of his neck. “I honestly didn’t care about the question itself so much as I… wanted to get you to… ramble? You know, it sounds really dumb out loud, heheh…”

Grillby took a moment to process that, pulling away after a moment. “You wanted me to ramble?”

Sans chuckled nervously. “Yeah, I mean, I… I-i like the sound of your voice? It’s, um, calming.”

“It’s calming,” Grillby echoed, dumbfounded. All of that stress, just so Sans could listen to him talk for a few minutes.

Sans braced himself for the worst as Grillby lapsed into silence once again. He was going to be pissed, wasn’t he? “Look, I really am sorry, Grillbz. I don’t know what I was thinking, I just-”

Sans was cut off by a quiet snort of laughter. Grillby was… chuckling? Not just chuckling, he was laughing. He started to laugh and then couldn’t stop, resting his head on Sans’s shoulder as the fire of his hair danced with mirth. Needless to say, the skeleton was very confused. “So… Am I missing the punchline here or something?”

Grillby sat up, smiling at Sans with that fond, exasperated look again. “Sans, you numbskull… Why didn’t you just ask me to read you a book?”

Oh. Oh yeah. That probably would’ve been the easiest way to do it. 

Sans groaned and put a hand to his skull, sending Grillby into another fit of laughter at the skeleton’s expense. Sans figured he deserved it, after all the pressure he’d put on Grillby that evening. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I’m guessing this means you forgive me?”

Grillby calmed down, smiling at Sans before planting a kiss on the top of his skull. “Yes,” he said softly, “I forgive you, bonehead.”

“Cool,” Sans chuckled. “Sooooo… If I were to ask you to take me home with you and read to me…”

“The answer would be yes,” Grillby said with a small smile, standing up and offering Sans a hand. “I’ll even let you pick the book. But first, you have to go for a walk with me. We can take a shortcut once we reach Waterfall, not a moment sooner.”

Sans took Grillby’s hand and stood, opting to hold his hand as they walked instead of letting go. “Wow, that’s sweet, Grillbz. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have a crush on me.”

Grillby rolled his eyes fondly. “Good thing we both know better.”

The two fell into a comfortable silence, walking side-by-side through Hotland. Grillby looked around himself as they did, smiling softly. Usually, Sans would be the one to break the silence, if it needed to be broken. Well, it had already been a fairly unusual evening, hadn’t it?

“I used to walk to school down this road,” Grillby suddenly commented, smiling fondly at the memory. “My brother Cole always walked with me, just in case something happened. Of course, the only time something did happen, he was at home sick and I was walking to school alone.”

“Oh?” Sans looked up at him, smiling brightly. Was he dreaming? Or was this really happening? “What happened?”

“Well,” Grillby began, “They had just started construction on a new steam puzzle nearby…”

Another day, Sans would sit down with Grillby and ask him why he moved to Snowdin. Another day, Grillby would be ready to tell him everything. For that evening, though, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was which book Sans would choose and how many pages Grillby could get through before they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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[cocobutnochanel]

Another Jun

Genre: fluff, romance, family, dad!Junmyeon, husband!Junmyeon

Main Characters: Kim Junmyeon x Reader (oc: female)

Summary: Married life with Kim Junmyeon only gets better as you await for your third child.

Word count: 1.6k+ words

Your feet were swollen and you couldn't help but feel tired despite doing nothing all day. Despite being 6 months pregnant, you still had to be a mother to a 5 year old Junseok and a 2 year old Junyeong. Your hormones weren't helping either.

"Junseok-a, can you watch your brother for a while? Mom has to change clothes so we can fetch appa by the bus stop." You say to your obedient five year old. He nods cutely and rushes to his dongsaeng. You smile at the two with content in your heart.

You change into a loose dress that would make your baby bump less visible. Your ultrasound results would be coming in today since they failed to give it to you directly yesterday. You were planning on bringing the boys to the nearby restaurant and surprise their father. It has been a while since you four went out.

You hear Junyeong whine from the living room and you internally groan. What was it now?

"Junseok-a, what's happening?" You call out to the two boys. "Eomma, Junyeong doesn't want to change his clothes." You see a crying Junyeong on the floor, a worried Junseok and Junyeong's clothes thrown across the room.

You sigh and pick up the clothes Junseok chose for Junyeong. He was always the responsible hyung. If you told him to watch him over, he'd do more than just that. He will feed his brother, comfort him, help him change his clothes if he knew he had to.

"Junyeong, listen to your hyung, okay?" You say to your two year old. You take off his pajamas and button on the shirt his brother picked for him.

After changing Junyeong's clothes, you change Junseok's. Thankfully, Junseok was always obedient and he never did anything to make things harder for you. It was as if he was born to be a big brother. He was responsible and dependable like his father, you smile at that thought.

You hold the two boys hand by hand as you unlock your door and get out. You open your mailbox and get the only mail you had for today: the ultrasound results. You were nervous but excited too. Was it going to be a girl this time? You hoped so.

You walk to the bus stop and you were grateful that your kids were being calm and controllable today. Junyeong was occupied with the bikes while Junseok loved walks with his eomma and dongsaeng. He liked watching after you two. Junmyeon taught him well, you thought.

You put the results inside Junyeong's backpack so you can still hold the two boys. Arriving at the bus stop, Junyeong, by initiative, took his brother and let him sit on the bus stop's bench.

You sit beside Junyeong who was now energetic, talking to his brother in phrases about the cars that were passing by while the older brother nodded in delight despite having different interests. Junyeong was always fascinated with cars and Legos while Junseok took after his father's love for music and art.

A bus pulls into the bus stop after a minute or two. A few people gets out but what made your heartbeat skip was the sight of your husband in a tuxedo, with bright eyes and even a brighter smile. Despite being married for six years, he made you feel things as if you were still teenagers in their first week.

"Appa!" Junyeong, the daddy's boy, immediately ran to his father. Junseok followed his dongsaeng but instead of running and hugging him, he slightly bows to greet him respectfully.

"My boys!" You hear Junmyeon laugh excitedly, carrying the two boys in his arms. He walks to you with a toothy grin. "Boys, close your eyes." He playfully told them and kissed you in the lips.

You close your eyes at the feel of his sweet, plump lips. "Jagiya." He whispers against your lips and the hair on the back of your neck stood. He gave you butterflies just like how he did when he confessed to you in high school at a random karaoke place. You remember vividly how he asked you out thirteen years ago and that thought still made sparks fly.

He breaks the kiss before the two boys can open their eyes and see what their parents were doing. He kisses you on the temple after and bends down to kiss your baby bump. You couldn't be any happier, you thought.

"What are you guys doing here?" He asks with a euphoric glint in his eyes. "Thought we can go out since it's been a while we took the boys out. Besides, Junseok has been bored at home lately." Junseok's eyes visibly lit up at what you said. Despite knowing that he was a responsible hyung, you knew he was still a kid and he still liked knowing that you paid some attention to him. You place a kiss on his cheek which makes him giggle.

"Really? Then we should go to the new restaurant nearby? I heard they have good steak." Junmyeon offers you a smile, awaiting your response. "That's exactly what I was thinking." You blush at the thought of having the same ideas with your husband. "And that's why we're soulmates." You giggle at what he said.

The walk to the nearby local restaurant lasted for five minutes. Your feet were sore but you couldn't say it aloud. You would ruin it for Junseok who only smiled now.

You wince when you feel your swollen feet ache. Junseok gives you a concerned glance but you dismiss it quickly with a smile. Junmyeon walks slower so he could walk beside you. "I'll massage it at home?" He gives you an apologetic smile and you chuckle at your husband's sweetness.

"Whatever, jagi." You chuckle as he readjusts the two boys in his arms. Junmyeon must've been working out extra lately. He could carry the two boys effortlessly which meant he made an effort so he could do this. Your heart swells at that.

You arrive at the restaurant and Jun places the two kids on the ground. The waiter shows you to a table for four and it made you smile. Dates with Jun used to happen in nice restaurants like these. It used to be just you two but now, you have two other Juns and another addition coming on the way.

"Hey, you okay?" Junmyeon asks, snapping you out of your thoughts. "Nothing, I'm just happy I have you. And the kids." You scrunch your nose at what you said. You weren't the type to say sweet things like this. It was him who had the romantic bone in the relationship. But every time you said something like this, Junmyeon would blush. Right now, he's red.

You sat down beside Junseok who was behaved in his seat while Junyeong bounced on his father's lap. The three Juns really looked alike as if it was only Junmyeon who made them. The two boys looked nothing like you.

"Spaghetti!" Junyeong cheered when Junmyeon scanned the menu. "Junseok-a, what do you want?" Junseok shook his head profusely at your question.

You sigh at how humble and understanding your son was. He never ordered anything for himself. Instead, he opted for what you wanted for him to eat. He liked to depend on your decision once in a while.

"Fried chicken for me and Junseok. Also, a strawberry ice cream for him." Your son visibly smiled at you. You knew him and small things like these were enough to make him feel like he's on cloud nine.

"Two rib-eyes too, well done. And one spaghetti." Junmyeon nodded at the waiter who was listing down our orders. "Drinks, sir?" The waiter asked. "Just water for everyone." He winks at you.

"So this dinner is a.. celebration." You fiddle with your fingers. Despite this being the third time you are to reveal your baby's gender, it still made you a little nervous.

Junseok's eyes were focused on you as you opened his backpack and got the envelope of results out. Junmyeon looked nervous, happy and excited all at the same time.

You tear the envelope and pull the paper from the inside. You gulped, even making Junmyeon more nervous as if this wasn't his third time too.

Your eyes scan the paper. It hovers over the bottom with the 3D ultrasound of the baby inside your womb. Your heart soars and tears couldn't help but pool in your eyes. Happiness wasn't enough to describe what you were feeling. Words could never give justice as to how you feel so blessed and joyous.

"It's a boy." You whispered in tears of joy, handing the results to Junmyeon.

You earn a gasp from Junseok and tears from Junmyeon. He was just as ecstatic as he was when he first heard about Junseok. The spark in his eyes never dimmed, he was the best father to your kids. Silently, you thanked the heavens for giving you such a perfect man.

Junmyeon reaches for your hand across the table. He brought Junyeong to your side and made him kiss your belly. "Welcome to the family, little one." He whispers before kissing it himself too.

"It's another Jun?" Junseok asks out of the blue while his father was sobbing on his knees. "Are you happy, baby?" You ask him caressing his head, his eyes alight like his father's.

"I thought I only wanted a baby sister but hearing about him right now, I'm really excited to meet him, eomma!" He exclaims, being the kid that he hasn't been recently. He envelopes you in a hug and you can't help but cry more. Junseok wipes your tears away and gives you a kiss.

"Don't cry, eomma.." He said with the brightest smile he had today. You laugh at how he reacted. Just like his father, Junseok was just as protective.

You thought you were lucky when you had Junmyeon. Now, you were going to have four.

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[babbushka]

My Agent

Bond Villain!Kylo Ren x 007!Reader 

2.5k ; Content Warnings: It’s really way more tender than I anticipated lol but Light murder (gun violence & mention of blood), NSFW (Bondage/predicament bondage, fingering) 

Inspired by an idea from the ever wonderful @contesa-lui-alucard​!

[not my gif, please let me know if you happen to know the op so i can give proper credit!]

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You can’t help but think this whole thing got blown way out of proportion. Really, you don’t know how things like this happen to you; by all accounts you should’ve been in and out with no problem – a routine mission sent by Mi6 to investigate some potential new threat to the peace of the world. That was all, just an investigation, and now look at you.

Deep underground in some evil villain’s volcanic lair, chained to a large steel beam on a platform that is slowly sinking into what can only be described as a river of magma. You’re a good ten meters away from it still, but the heat is unbearable, as the molten metals of the Earth bubble and hiss below your feet. Tugging on your restraints and trying to plan, you try to figure out some way to break these bonds so you can escape while the monologuing of this newest and most annoying megalomaniac drones on.

Ahead of you, standing on the middle of a dangerously narrow bridge that stretches across the red hot bubbling death trap you are being sent into, is your captor, and you’d very much like to free yourself if for no other reason than to get him to shut up.

That is, until, there’s a BANG!

The man falls forward, clutching at his stomach where a large red blood spot has begun to seep into his expensive suit, and standing behind him is none other than your arch rival, your nemesis, the notorious villain himself – Kylo Ren.

Dressed in a pristine white tuxedo, Kylo tucks his gun back into the holster concealed against his side in his jacket. He’s smiling, grinning in fact, and you want to roll your eyes, because of all the ways for him to see you, chained up like some damsel in distress isn’t one of your preferred scenarios.

Kylo kicks the shot man, your target, off the narrow bridge, and you both watch as his body falls into the depths with a hard smack before the bubbling gurgling spitting magma consumes him. It’s a bit brutal, but you would have done so yourself if you weren’t so, well, tied up.  

“Hello gorgeous.” After the last of the man’s flesh is burned and eaten away, Kylo begins a slow walk down the rest of the bridge.

“Oh not you again.” You groan, half amused and half irritated, in that way that Kylo always makes you.

He rests at the edge of the bridge, looking down at you where the platform continues to descend. You’re not afraid though, not now that he’s here. Glancing behind him way on the other side of the volcano, you can just barely make out the forms of his henchmen standing at the control panels which safely sit behind thick glass windows.

“What, not happy to see me?” He raises his scarred brow. He’s entirely too casual, stuffing his hands in his pockets while he looks down at you, watches you sink ever more towards the magma.

“No, Mr. Ren. I had everything perfectly under control.” You lie. Well, maybe it’s not a lie, but you’re sure you could’ve figured something out had he not shown up. You’ve gotten yourself out of stickier situations than this, after all, you weren’t the top agent for nothing.

“Of course you did.” Kylo shakes his head and grins, “Here I thought I was helping.”

“If you really wanted to help, you would’ve stopped this platform from sinking.” You point out.

The heat is starting to become anxiety-inducing, just from the sheer proximity of it. You saw what happened to the man, to your captor, and your heart starts to pound at the thought of that happening to you. Especially when Kylo shrugs and shakes his head.

“Hmm, no I don’t think I will.” He replies, making you scowl.

“Kylo!” You shout at him angrily, your voice sharp enough that he winces.

“I’m just teasing.” He says quickly, before looking back over his shoulder towards the henchmen who are watching carefully and calling to his favorite, “Slip! Reverse it, bring her back up.”

Relief floods through you as the hydraulics hiss and the machines whirr to reverse the direction of your movement. Smoothly, the platform raises and carries you back to relative safety away from the magma, clicking and settling into place at the edge of the bridge where Kylo is anxiously waiting for you.

He doesn’t bother to wait until the platform settles all the way, stepping onto the platform as it still moves up to cup your cheeks in his hands and kiss you. His mouth is insistent on yours, unyielding, and despite how he is certain to make you go grey at your young age, you long to hold him.

“Are you alright?” Kylo asks, pulling away to search your face, your eyes. His are so brown, even the scarred one, the damage there not doing anything to inhibit the sheer depth of his gaze. “Answer me honestly.”

“I’m fine, I promise.” You nod, because really for all intents and purposes, you are fine. There’s nothing much wrong with you aside from the soreness in your shoulders from being chained up like this. It could have gone much worse, if Kylo hadn’t shown up when he did. In fact, you can’t help but ask, “What are you even doing here?”

“I told you, helping.” Kylo smiles and kisses you again, “You’re my agent, no one else gets to kill you but me.”

The sentiment makes you chuckle against his lips, and he grins, his endearingly crooked teeth biting into his lower lip.

“How romantic.” You roll your eyes, before your curiosity gets to the better of you and you can’t help but ask, “How did you find me?”

Kylo looks at you and tenderly puts a hand on your cheek, his thumb rubbing against your lower lip ever so slightly. He looks at you like you put the stars in the sky, because to him, you do. He’s told you as much, on those many instances where he whisks you away to some beautiful tropical island to give you a break from the headache of work.

“The same way I always find you, and the same way I will always find you.” He breathes.

“There’s a tracker in my car, isn’t there.” You suck across your teeth and ne nods at once.

“And in your shoe, and in your gun, and in your lipstick.” He reaches into your shirt where he knows you have a tube of your favorite color tucked securely into your bra. He snatches it and pops open the cap, showing a small homing beacon. “I know you never go anywhere without your lipstick.”

“I hate you.” You laugh, incredulous at the way he’s so…so…Kylo.

“You’re welcome.” He kisses you once again.

You go to reach for him once again, wanting to get your fingers in his silky smooth hair, when you realize you’re still chained up.

“Kylo?” You ask against his mouth, and he hums, his eyes closed as he kisses at the corner of your lips.

“Yes, Agent?”

“Aren’t you going to free me?” You ask, and he pulls back with a blink, realizing that he never actually undid the bondage that is keeping you here. Not that you’d go anywhere, now that he’s here, you’d stay with him, you both know it.

Still, he gets this look in his eye that makes you groan, because you know you’re really in for it now.

“Hmmm, no. No, I don’t think I will, not yet anyway.” He chews on the inside of his cheek and calls to his henchmen again, “Leave us. Wait in the chopper until we come out.”

You can see behind him that the henchmen do as they’re told, and you wonder if they must have killed everyone else who was already here, already working for the man who captured you.

Kylo waits until they’re out of view, before turning back to you and smoothing his hands up your body. He likes this, likes feeling you, even over your garments. Something about it reinforcing the fact that you’re real, that you’re here with him. Or, you suppose, that he’s here with you.

“I like this place, I might just absorb it now that Mr. Monocle down there won’t be needing it anymore.” Kylo regards the volcano with interest as his hands skim across your stomach, your sides. “What do you say, would you have dinner with me tonight? It’s very atmospheric.”

He’s got a point, the place really could be beautiful if outfitted nicely. You remember snooping through the less actively dangerous spaces, all the banquet halls and the residential rooms. There was something to be said for having a nice lair, you thought – not that Kylo didn’t have enough as it were.

“I don’t know why you bother asking, when you know the answer is always going to be yes.” You say truthfully.

“Because I like to hear you say it.” Kylo’s nose brushes against yours, his eyes slipping closed as his hands reach around you and hug you tight. You wish you could hug him back, but you know he’ll free you soon. He kisses the corner of your mouth, your cheek, your jaw, “Have dinner with me. I’ve brought you something to wear and everything.”

Of course he did, he knows you too well. Although, you can’t help but let out a huff of laughter at the thought of eating dinner with him in his finest tuxedo, and you still wearing your all-black spy ensemble.

“Yes.” You breathe, trying your best to push your body against his more fully.

“Yes?” He repeats, although this time, you know what he’s really asking. One of his hands slip back around to your front, and his fingers just barely tease at the waistband of your tight pants.

“Yes, Kylo, please.” Your heart beats loudly, you wonder if he can hear it.

He grins, and with deft fingers, he pops open the button of your pants and slides his big palm underneath the cotton of your panties and against the heat of your pussy. He hums out happily to see that you’re wet for him, because of course you are, you were wet the moment he killed that sonofabitch who had chained you up.

Two of Kylo’s fingers work their way into you slowly, savoring the feeling of your walls clenching and squeezing around him. You lean your head back against the steel post, and Kylo corrals one of your legs around his hip so he can get a better angle to finger you more easily.

“Kylo…” You gasp as he kisses you.

The kiss is slow, unhurried, just as his fingers are. He strokes against your walls, his rough thumb coming to rub and stroke and push at your clit. You can only think of the pleasure you feel, although somewhere in the back of your mind, you’re reminded of those lazy island afternoons where he eats you out for hours on end, and can only imagine that that’s what’s in store for you after dinner.

“You’re safe with me.” Kylo whispers, and you nod, because you know it’s true. You know he’d never hurt you, no matter how much he was supposed to.

A third finger joins his other two, and you moan, the sound echoing into the magma. It swallows your voice up, the way your pussy swallows his fingers, and your hips begin to grind down on his palm, seeking more friction than he’s willing to give you. You find that you like being restrained like this – you would only like it with Kylo, but still. Still, the thrill of the situation, of trusting him so completely as he pleasures you, it makes sparks tingle up your spine.

He smiles, and if you were to open your eyes you’d see him nearly cross-eyed looking at you as he speeds his hand up. You’re sweating, you’ve been sweating because of the heat from the volcano but now you’re sweating because of him, and your moans grow louder and louder.

“Kylo I’m – faster, I’m close.” Your mouth drops open into a pretty O as he does as he’s told, shoving his body as close to you as possible, fingers crooking inside your cunt to search for your gspot.

It’s hard with this angle, hard with all your clothing, but when your body writhes and pulls at its restraints harder, he knows he’s found it. He moves faster faster faster until your entire body shakes and curls in towards him, a sharp gasp as your eyes fly open and you blink rapidly, pleasure swimming through your veins.

“I missed you.” You say softly, vulnerable as your orgasm sings through you, as he kisses and licks up the sweat on your throat.

“I missed you more.” He fingers you still, milks your orgasm for all that he can, and stars and spots and fireworks pop gently behind your eyelids. It’s not earth-shattering, but it’s with Kylo, and that’s enough to make you gush on his fingers, enough to make you dizzy.

“Not everything has to be a competition.” You quirk a brow, turning your face to capture his lips once more, obsessed with the way they feel against yours. Your mouth tingles, lips swollen and plump from all his attention, and he smiles.

“Yes it does.” He’s too much, cheeky, you love him.

You’ll never say it, but you love him.

“Thank you, for saving me.” You say instead.

He can hear the words anyway, you know he can.

Kylo pulls his hand away from your pussy and sucks his fingers into his mouth, licking the taste of you off of him, cleaning himself up and humming with satisfaction around the digits that were just buried inside your cunt.  

“Always. I meant what I said, you’re my agent.” He winks at you.

And you know that another time, you’ll be shooting at one another. You’ll be dodging the traps he sets for you and he’ll be dodging your bullets. He’ll have his henchmen and you’ll have backup, and you’ll be back at each other’s throats, nothing more than 007 and Mr. Ren, nothing more than spy and villain, rivals, enemies.

But…

But it’s starting to become less and less real, this rivalry. It’s starting to become more and more performative, while you plan, while you plot. Keeping up the façade while you buy yourselves some time. Because you know, you both know you’ll join him one day. You’ll join him and you’ll never again have to wake up without him beside you like you have been doing these lonely months.

He unties you, a simple press of a button just out of reach on the bindings, and all of them pop open with a hiss. You smile, and massage your shoulders, roll the joints there to wake them up. Kylo offers his arm to you, and you take it, looking up at him with a smile as you ask,

“What’s for dinner?”

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[idreamofplaid]

Possibility

Square Filled: Ice Play

Characters: Sam x Olivia (OFC)

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Olivia’s fairy tale with Sam continues with a morning spent in bed on the first day of the new year.

Word Count: 4024

A/N: Thanks to @fangirlxwritesx67​ and @dean-winchesters-bacon​ my wonderful betas and just generally beautiful people for all their suggestions and taking the journey through the development of this story with me.

A/N 2: This is Part 3 of the series Surrender to the Truth. 

Catch Up:   It Begins (Part 1)      Texas Magic (Part 2)

Created for @spnkinkbingo​

Sam was holding Olivia’s hand in the elevator. His fingers were entwined with hers, and she couldn’t remember the last time she felt this happy. She’d never had a year start out with this much promise. Her heart felt light with possibility, inspired by the way Sam had kissed her at the stroke of midnight just minutes before.

When they reached the 26th floor, the car stopped, the doors opened, and the other two people in the elevator exited, leaving them alone. Sam let go of Olivia’s hand and turned to face her, pressing her into the wall. His mouth covered hers, and she felt herself going weak from his kiss. He could almost make her literally light headed, like she had lost touch with reality, her mind floating in a blissful place created for her by him. 

When his hand traveled below her waist to rest on her hip while he kissed her, she had the presence of mind to say, “Sam, the doors could open. Somebody could see us.”

He squeezed her ass. The way he was looking at her made her understand what smolder meant. “They could.” He paused for a minute, letting what he’d said sink in, and the idea of having an audience suddenly became very hot. Then, he raised his hand to caress her cheek. “Everybody on the other side of those doors should envy me because I’m in here with you.”

The bell dinged, and Sam let his hand drop from her face. They had reached their floor. He put his hand on her waist, very respectable for anyone who might see. Olivia thought about what they must look like to anyone who saw them, and it made her smile. They no doubt appeared to be a couple headed back to their room after the party.

The reality was they had two rooms, but maybe tonight they wouldn’t need them both. Olivia’s heart began to beat faster when Sam stopped at his door and took her hands in his. “Will you come inside with me?”

She gave herself a minute to enjoy that this was actually happening after weeks of dreaming about it, already the smile was blooming across her face. “Yes.” She uttered the word that was going to change her life, knowing that if she spent this night with Sam her feelings for him would grow even deeper, and she would be committing herself to a path that she would find difficult if not impossible to leave should things not work out.

He took off his jacket as soon as they were in the room and tossed it on the bed. Sam pulled the shirt from his tuxedo pants and started to unbutton it. Olivia couldn’t take her eyes off him. Sam opened the buttons to the middle of his chest, and he stopped, his hands hovering over the next button. He fixed his eyes on Olivia. “Do you want to finish for me?”

Olivia stepped out of her high heels and walked toward him, and Sam moved his hands so she could take the button in her fingers. She made her way down his shirt. With each button she opened, she exposed more of his golden skin. When the shirt was hanging open, she put her hand on the center of his chest and slipped her fingers beneath the fabric to feel his skin, as warm and soft as she remembered, over the firmness of his pecs.

Sam bent and kissed her again. This time his tongue touched the seam of her lips, asking for entrance. She parted them, letting him in. He put his hand into her hair and lightly grasped a handful while he kissed her. Olivia’s hand slid down his body to just below his ribs, and she let it rest there. She needed to touch him, remind herself he was solid and real; this wasn’t a dream.

He still tasted faintly like chocolate from the dessert they’d shared earlier. She pushed the white dress shirt off his shoulders and down his back. It fell to the floor, and she put her arms around him so she could feel the muscles rippling beneath his shoulder blades while he continued to kiss her and drag her deeper into the kaleidoscope of feelings she had for him. They were ever changing but always beautiful and fascinating as the form of them changed.

She heard herself make a noise somewhere between a sigh and a whimper as Sam kissed down her neck all the way to her clavicle that was peeking out from the v-neck of her dress. He sucked on it gently, and she started to ache for him in her core. 

Sam reached behind her and eased down the zipper of her dress. With just as much care, like he hadn’t undressed her before, he peeled the dress from her body, and it pooled on the floor. Sam lowered his eyes and looked down her body like he’d never seen it before either. 

“God, you are amazingly beautiful.” His words stirred something in her. She’d heard them before, or some variation. Usually when men said them, it meant “I want to fuck you.” This was different. Sam was looking at her like he actually saw HER, not just her body.

He held her face in his hands and kissed her tenderly, with just the right amount of passion to awaken something in her like a sleeping princess. Olivia hardly noticed him walking her in the direction of the bed while he kissed her; she was so lost in the way he was making her feel. Sam lay her down on top of the plush comforter and lowered himself on top of her.

The feel of him on her made her whisper Sam’s name into his mouth. His weight felt reassuring; she felt safe caged in his arms, even as the fire he had started inside her began to burn brighter and hotter. “Sam,” she called his name again.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered against her lips.

He made her feel so secure, so wanted. She wasn’t thinking. “Make me yours.”

Sam kissed her more deeply, his tongue becoming more insistent as it circled hers. He moved his hand slowly down her body, taking his time to feel every inch of her skin. Then he slipped his hand into her panties and found her clit. He teased it while he kissed her, moving his finger over it slowly, until it was swollen and aching.

Then he started to move his finger in fast circles, causing Olivia to grab onto his shoulders and gasp, “Oh, God. Sam.”

He nuzzled his nose into her neck just below her ear. “Let go. Come for me, Liv. Make my hand wet. Show me how much you want me.”

Her walls clenched hard around the emptiness when she came. “Sam, I need you.” She sunk her fingers into his hair while her orgasm continued to tear through her.

Sam covered her mouth with his and kissed her while she climaxed. “You’ve got me, baby.”

Olivia kissed him back, her lips soft and weak from the pleasure he’d given her. “More, Sam. I want more of you. Give me all of you.”

Sam lifted himself from her to take off his pants and drag her panties down her legs, leaving her bare and wanting before him. She opened her legs, asking him again silently to give her what she needed. Sam positioned his cock at her opening and pushed inside just a little, testing her readiness for him.

Her body accepted him, stretching to accommodate his size. “Does it feel good, Liv? Am I still what you want?”

“Yes, Sam. Yes.” She pulled at his hair and raised her hips, trying to get him deeper. With a smooth motion, he thrust into her and sheathed himself completely inside her body. 

Olivia couldn’t have him closer than this, but it still wasn’t enough. She wanted even more from him, never had a man been so completely all consuming when she was with him. Every thrust of his body into hers pulled her a little more into the spell he had woven around her. By the time he came with her name on his lips, she knew she had passed the point of no return. She came with him, biting her own lip to keep from screaming. 

When Sam pulled out of her, Olivia felt the loss. He was still right next to her in bed, busy with removing the condom. There was nothing romantic about this moment, but she still felt the pull from within her to reach out and touch him to reassure herself he was still there. Olivia resisted the urge and focused on catching her breath. She could barely breathe after what he’d done to her, the feelings he’d stirred to life that Olivia suspected would now never die. One day she would feel him inside her without that thin layer of rubber between them. She would know exactly what she was feeling, be able to put it to words, and say it out loud.

When he finished the necessary business, Sam laid down next to her and put his arms around her. “Are you okay?”

Olivia nodded. “Y...yes. It’s just that was...intense.”

Sam gave her his softest smile, barely turning up the corners of his mouth. “Yeah. It was.” He shifted a little to grab a handful of the comforter under him and moved to pull it from beneath him. “C’mon. Get under with me. I don’t want you to get cold.”

The covers were warm, but Sam’s body was warmer. As soon as she was in the sheets with him, Sam pulled her close. He kissed the corner of her mouth and reached behind her to open the hooks on her bra that she was still wearing. He lowered his head to her breast and placed a single kiss on her nipple.

She shivered from the tenderness of it. Sam moved his mouth back to hers and kissed her just as tenderly there. “This is the best New Year’s Eve I’ve ever had.” Those were the last words he said to her before she fell asleep in his arms.

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The next morning Olivia awoke to an empty bed. A bubble of panic rose up in her, and she grabbed Sam’s pillow. She could still smell him all over the bed. Where was he? Last night was too good to be true. She knew it. It was too much like a fairytale, or some romantic movie. Olivia sat up and held the sheet against her chest, suddenly very aware of how naked she was in Sam’s bed, and he was gone.

That was the moment Sam came strolling out of the bathroom with just a towel around his waist, slung low over his hips. He walked over to the bed and leaned down to kiss her. “Morning, gorgeous.”

The smile instantly spread across Olivia’s face again. Sam’s hair was still damp from the shower. She reached out to touch it, wanting to know how it felt wet. It was still soft; she curled the ends of it around her fingers. His hair was the softest thing about him, other than his lips, and Olivia felt a blush beginning to creep into her cheeks, remembering everywhere those lips had been on her body.

She’d been so focused on her thoughts, she hadn’t noticed the way Sam was smiling at her. “You’re even prettier in the morning,” he said.  Now, the blush that had been on the verge of happening bloomed over her cheeks. Sam kissed her flushed cheek. “Why don’t you take your turn in the bathroom? Breakfast is going to be here soon.”

“Breakfast?” Olivia sat up straighter and tucked the sheet around her like a sheath.

Sam rubbed his thumb over her bare shoulder with an easy familiarity and sensual reminder of the night before. “Yeah, breakfast. I ordered room service while you were still sleeping.”

Sam noticed the way Olivia was holding the sheet around herself. He lifted one side of his mouth in a flirty half smile. “I can look away while you walk to the bathroom. Or….” He stood up and finished his sentence. “You can have my towel.”

He untucked the fold of the towel that was holding it on his body, and it fell away from him. Sam held it out to her. She’d spent all night in bed with this man, allowing him to do all kinds of marvelous and memorable things to her. Still, the sight of him naked made her mouth fall open slightly.

Olivia’s eyes made their way from his hazel eyes that were the green of emeralds shining in sunlight right now, down over his impressively broad and muscled shoulders to the veins in his strong forearms. They moved down farther to his taut abs and the thin line of hair leading down to his cock that was large and thick even while soft and hanging between his legs. Her eyes finished their journey down his legs, as lean and muscular as the rest of his body, and back up to his face.

Sam was still holding his towel out to her. “Go ahead. Put it on.” It surprised Olivia just how well he could read her. She was not feeling nearly as bold or confident as he was on this morning after, but she could certainly appreciate, and was thankful, that he was. 

The towel was as damp as his hair, but Olivia didn’t care. She liked knowing she was putting on the same towel that had been around him just seconds before, and it was true she wasn’t ready to feel his gaze on her nude body in the bright light of morning. She told herself she was just being weird to feel self conscious at this point, after how intimate they had been with each other, but it made her feel vulnerable not knowing exactly where whatever this was between them stood.

Sam did turn his back while she got out of bed and put on the towel, but he made it seem like the most natural thing in the world. He was rifling through his suitcase, looking for some clothes, conveniently facing the other direction. Olivia couldn’t help herself. She snuck a peek at his firm ass as she made her way to the bathroom.

Once there, Olivia took a deep breath. She was still waiting for the coach to turn into a pumpkin. So many thoughts and feelings had been coursing through her that more practical matters had completely vacated her mind. Things like she didn’t have any clothes. The cocktail dress she’d been wearing when she entered Sam’s room the night before was still on the floor where it had fallen when he took it off her. 

Sam was thinking more clearly. There, on the counter, lay one of his t-shirts that he had folded neatly and left for her. Olivia ran her fingers over the Egyptian cotton, appreciating the luxury of it and the thoughtfulness of the man who’d left it there for her. 

She dropped Sam’s towel to the floor and turned on the water in the shower. She checked the stream to see that it was warm enough before she stepped inside. Rivulets of water ran down her body, and she turned so the water could cascade over her hair. She ran her hands through it, pushing it back from her face. 

Olivia closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of it. She luxuriated in the water running over her body for a minute or two before she began to bathe herself. The hotel had, of course, provided bath gel and shampoo in an almond scent that was divine; but Olivia wished she had her own that was back in her room. She wanted to smell pretty for Sam, the way she’d smelled last night. 

When she was done with her shower, she toweled herself off and slipped Sam’s t-shirt over her head. The v-neck was cut so deep it went nearly down to the top of her stomach, but she was covered. Funny, she was trying to cover herself now. Fortunately, it was also long enough to conceal her lack of underwear. 

Breakfast had arrived when she reentered the bedroom, and Sam was arranging food on a tray. He looked up; his eyes skimmed her body, taking note of what she was wearing. Olivia thought for a moment that she saw the flash of a memory in his eyes, or at least she hoped she did. 

His smile and the accompanying dimples shortly followed whatever he’d been thinking. “Get back in bed.” His voice was smooth and suggested a hint of a request, just enough to not be an unmistakable direction he expected Olivia to follow. 

She climbed back into bed and settled the covers over her lap. Sam placed the tray over her legs. Considering how much food was on it, he must have ordered everything on the menu. Pancakes, eggs, bacon, fresh fruit and cream; sweet and savory were well represented. 

The clock hadn’t struck midnight yet; the fairytale continued. “Sam, what is all this?”

He sat down next to her on the bed. “I wanted to make sure you have something you like.” 

Sam noticed Olivia eyeing the strawberries. He picked one up, dipped it into the cream, and held it to her lips. She took a bite, and Sam’s eyes didn’t leave her mouth as she chewed. When she swallowed, he kissed the corner of her 0mouth and licked his lips, tasting the bit of cream she’d left there. He lifted his darkening eyes to hers and said, “Strawberries may be the sexiest food there is.”

He was doing it to her again. All her words bypassed her brain and went directly out her mouth. “When you’re holding one, they are.”

Sam picked up a pancake, rolled it, and dipped it into the cream. He painted Olivia’s bottom lip with it then kissed it off. “Maybe it’s pancakes.” His whisper was suggestive, and he tapped the rolled up pancake against Olivia’s lips. 

She opened her mouth to take a bite and kept her eyes focused on him while she chewed. Then she answered, “They’re good too.” 

They ate breakfast together from Olivia’s tray, alternating between feeding themselves and each other. The looks they shared became longer and more lingering throughout the meal. Between bites of food, there were sweet and sensual kisses that danced on the edge of passion until finally falling over that edge to open need for each other. 

Sam’s tongue tangled around Olivia’s, the intensity of the kiss increasing until he broke it to move the tray from between them. He put it on the floor, not bothering to take it back to the table. The only thing he kept from the tray was his water glass which he put on the bedside table.

With nothing in his way, Sam pulled Olivia close and kissed her with her body pressed against him. She could feel the heat radiating from him. Her own body was heating up in response to the way he was moving against her, and when he eased his hand inside the “v” of the shirt to cup her breast she moaned.

“You like that, baby?” Sam pushed the shirt out of the way, freeing her breast, closed his mouth over her nipple and began to suck. Olivia sank her fingers into his hair and held him to her. 

He swirled his tongue around her nipple and licked her like she was the best thing he’d tasted that morning, even sweeter than the cream at breakfast. Sam pulled off her nipple slowly, raising his eyes to meet hers. “Do you know how hot you are?”

Her only reply was the raising and lowering of her chest as her breathing got faster. Sam reached for his glass on the bedside table and pulled an ice cube from it. He ran it down the side of her neck, and she shuddered at the cold. Sam continued dragging the ice down her body to her exposed breast.

He touched the ice to the tip of her nipple where the heat of his mouth had been, and she arched her back into it. “You are so sensitive, Liv. I love that about you.” 

Sam pushed the other side of the shirt open and latched his mouth onto her nipple while he continued to tease the first with the ice. She was clenching now, yearning to feel him inside her. “Sam, please.”

When the ice had completely melted, he moved his hand down between her legs to stroke her clit with his cold fingers. After a few seconds, Sam moved his mouth from one breast to the other. His mouth felt even hotter on her chilled nipple. “Oh, God. Sam.”

Olivia was so caught up in the sensations he was producing in her body, she didn’t realize what he was doing until she felt the ice cube touch her clit. She grabbed at his back, and when he eased it lower and pushed it inside her; she thought she might come undone. Sam circled his fingers on her clit while the ice melted inside her. He released her nipple so he could watch her. 

When the ice had turned to water that leaked from her onto the sheets and her orgasm started to wash through her, Sam caught her mouth with his. He kissed her through every shake and spasm of her body. He felt her body go lax when she was spent, and he slowed his kiss.

Her soft little breaths filled his mouth. Her kiss was equally soft, weakened from the intensity of her orgasm, but her desire for him was still strong. “You, Sam. You.” Olivia’s hand closed around his hard shaft through his sweatpants. “I want you.”

Sam had no intention of denying her. He stripped off his clothes in a matter of seconds, and pinned Olivia’s wrists over her head, encircling them in one of his strong hands. He entered her with one deep, smooth thrust. Sam started to move, using the sounds she made as a guide to let him know when to speed up, slow down, or go deeper. 

This time they came together. Sam grunted just before he let go with his release, and Olivia urged him on with her whimpers of pleasure. She contracted around him, milking him for everything he had. 

Sam collapsed over her but kept his full weight off her, holding himself up on his forearms. He took a few seconds to catch his breath, then slipped from her and rolled to the side. He lay on his back next to her, his arm over his head. “That was incredible.” His breathing still hadn’t returned completely to normal.

Olivia looked at the ceiling for a moment before letting her eyelids flutter closed, enjoying the sound of his voice and the warmth of his body beside her. “You’re going to wear me out, Sam.” She smiled as she said it, her eyes still closed.

She opened them when she felt Sam shift position. He was propped on one elbow, looking down at her. “I’ve got an idea.” 

He looked almost boyish the way his hair was falling in his face, and he was clearly pleased with whatever he was thinking. Olivia smiled up at him. “What’s this idea?”

“It’s New Year’s Day, so most everything in town will be closed, but the parks will be open.” Sam leaned down to kiss her softly, then continued explaining what he had in mind. “There’s a park by the river where I’d go to think when I used to come to Austin. I’d like to show it to you. We could take a picnic. What do you think?”

Olivia reached up to brush his hair back from his forehead. “I think I’d like that.” Her heart was fluttering in her chest. This year was off to a very promising start. 

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[henrycavillobsessed]

A Very Happy Birthday

Henry x reader

Summary: it's your birthday and Henry pulls out all the stops, with a very special surprise at the end.

Words: 1634

CW: one f-word, mentioning of nudity, talk alluding to sex, but it's mainly just absolute fluff.

Notes: this fic was inspired by the fact that it's my birthday tomorrow (September 27th) and what better way to spend it than with Henry? 😅 I hope you all enjoy!

On the morning of your birthday, you were awoken by a bear leaping onto your chest.

“What the fuck… Kal!” you laughed. The akita continued his assault by licking you all over your face, and then he flopped onto his back, his tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth as he gave you a lopsided grin. You were giving Kal a tummy rub when Henry walked in to the bedroom. He laughed when he saw you both on the bed.

“Good morning beautiful,” he said, leaning against the door frame, “and happy birthday!”

You beamed up at him, admiring the fact that Henry looked so good despite the early hour of the morning. His dressing gown was open slightly at the neck, and his dark curls were slightly damp, giving away that he’d just had a shower after working out. He looked downright yummy.

“Thank you!” you replied. “are you coming back to bed?”

Henry replied by removing his dressing gown, confirming your suspicion that he was naked underneath. You scrambled back to make room for him in the bed. Kal sat up and looked at Henry with an expression that quite clearly stated that he was going nowhere.

“It’s okay boy, you can join the cuddle too,” Henry said, scratching Kal behind the ears.

As you lay there, with your head on Henry’s chest, encircled in his strong arms, and Kal the dog curled up behind you, you felt so content. You were just dozing off again when Henry gently released you and made to get up. You pouted, and he laughed.

“Come on princess, we can’t spend all day in bed!”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s your birthday, and I have plans for you,” Henry said with a wink, before swooping down and picking you up with complete ease. He set you down and handed you your robe.

“I’ll meet you downstairs in the kitchen,” he said, kissing you before leaving the room, Kal following behind.

After a quick shower and freshen up, you entered the kitchen, your face breaking into a huge smile as you took in the scene in front of you. Henry was stood at the breakfast bar, with Kal sat at his feet. Behind him was a collection of multi-coloured balloons, surrounding two bigger balloons shaped into the number of your new age. On the counter was a small pile of parcels wrapped in shiny silver paper. All your favourite breakfast foods were laid out beautifully before you as you took a seat at the bar. You reached for the coffee, as Henry sat down next to you; Kal wandered off to his bed near the window.

“This is all so lush, Henry, thank you!” You kissed him, and felt the smile against his lips.

“You’re very welcome. Shall we eat?”

After demolishing your birthday breakfast, you opened the gifts that were on the counter. Henry’s gifts, as ever, were both thoughtful and entertaining. He laughed as you kissed him after opening each one, forever saying thank you.

“You don’t have to thank me, princess, today is your day. Consider me your faithful servant, here for your every need!” Henry bowed comically.

“Hmm, anything?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Anything,” Henry confirmed. “Although save your thoughts for the bedroom later. It’s time to go out!”

You pouted again, but only half-heartedly, before jumping down from the breakfast bar to go and get dressed.

As birthday days out went, this one was just perfect. You both went into the city, him dressed in his casual jeans, his favourite t-shirt and a baseball cap, you in skinny jeans, knee-high boots and a simple black t-shirt underneath a long cardigan. Autumn was in the air, and leaves fell in a range of colours as you strolled through the park. You then spent the day shopping for new clothes, enjoying a lovely lunch in a little café, and then wandered around your favourite museum, holding hands and just enjoying listening to Henry’s voice as he told you stories and gave you his opinions in the art gallery. The smile didn’t leave your face all day. As you waited for a cab to take you home, Henry surprised you with a romantic kiss, dipping you low towards the pavement, earning applause and whistles from the crowds walking around you. Henry laughed at your blush; he loved doing that to you in public.

As you entered your home, Henry told you to go sit down as he made you both a cup of tea. You agreed, feeling a little wiped out from your busy day. You both then spent the next hour watching Netflix, cwtching on the sofa, joined, of course, by Kal. Again, just as you felt yourself drifting off, you felt Henry move.

“Y/N,” he said gently. “It’s time to get ready for dinner.”

You look up at him.

“You mean there’s more to today?” you asked.

“Yes of course!” Henry smiled. “Go on, get ready. No need to rush, there’s plenty of time.”

“What shall I wear?”

“I want you to go all out. I’ve booked a table at your favourite restaurant, that should give you an idea,” Henry said.

You jumped up from the sofa, leapt into his arms and planted a kiss on his cheek. Your tiredness was replaced from excitement, and you ran off towards your closet.

You stared at the rails of clothes in front of you, trying to find something both pretty but comfortable enough to wear all evening and eat in. You finally found it- a beautiful evening gown, the colour of sapphires. You spent some time taming your hair into an elegant up-do, and doing your make-up, and then you were ready. You smiled at your reflection, feeling glamorous.

As you descended the stairs, your steps faltered a little as you took in Henry waiting for you down in the hall. He was dressed to seriously impress, in one of his most handsome tuxedos in dark blue. His hair was styled, and he’d shaved. Times like this you had to pinch yourself on how lucky you were to be with such a beautiful man. It pleased you to see that you were having the same effect on him.

“Y/N,” Henry walked forward to take your hand, sweetly kissing it. “You look absolutely breath-taking,”

“Thank you Mr Cavill, you don’t look too bad yourself,” you replied cheekily.

“Hmm,” Henry smiled. “Are you ready for dinner?”

You nodded, and Henry led the way to the town car waiting on the curb outside.

As you walked into the restaurant, you were greeted by a wall of noise.

“SURPRISE!”

Henry laughed joyfully at the look on your face. Inside was full of friends and family; Henry had rented out the whole place for the evening. You hugged Henry hard, and then bounded off to greet everyone.

What followed was one of the best meals of your life. The food was fantastic, and the wine was flowing. As the night went on, the conversation and the party got rowdier. Being surrounded by all of your favourite people made what already was the best day even better. You didn’t think you could love Henry any more; he’d really covered all the bases.

As you were talking to one of your girl friends, Henry joined you.

“Could I borrow Y/N for a minute?” he asked you friend.

She smiled, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course,”

Henry turned to you.

“Take a walk with me?” he said, offering you his arm. You took it, smiling warmly, and Henry led you both out to the restaurant’s secret back garden.

The garden was one of the main reasons why this place was one of your favourites. It reminded you a fairy garden; there was a pond with lilies floating on the surface, and beautifully cut hedges surrounded it with marble benches spread out along them. Henry sat you down on one of the benches, but instead of sitting down, he got down on one knee in front of you instead. You gasped, one hand flying up to cover your mouth.

“Y/N,” Henry began. “You are the other half of me. I didn’t think I’d ever love anyone as much as I do you. You complete me in every sense of the word, and I can’t think of my life without you in it now. Will you do me the honour of marrying me and becoming my wife?”

He then produced a box from the inside pocket of his jacket. Inside was the most stunning ring you had ever seen; silver, with diamonds along the band and a sapphire set in the center.

Tears were streaming down your face. It took you a minute to gather yourself and reply.

“Yes, Henry, yes I’ll marry you!”

The smile that graced Henry’s face was just breath taking. He took you in a consuming kiss, and lifted you up and spun you around, both of you laughing loudly, happily.

As you both walked back into the restaurant, now as an engaged couple, you were again met by a cacophony of noise; cheers and applause surrounded you as your nearest and dearest congratulated you. Somebody popped open a bottle of champagne, and the night passed by in a whirl of bubbly, laughter and contentment.

Later, as you and Henry were lying in bed in each other’s arms, he gently placed a kiss on your temple.

“Have you had a happy birthday my love?” he whispered.

“Yes Henry,” you replied, cuddling in closer to him. “I have a had a very happy birthday.”

“Hmm,” he replied, a smile playing on his lips, his eyes closing sleepily.

As you finally started to fall asleep too, you thought to yourself that you’d never had a happier birthday. You drifted off, still smiling.

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[sherrybaby14]

Get Dressed

Summary:  You’re quarantined with your fiance and it is finally time to brace the public \. 

Pairing:  Steve Rogers x reader 

Words:  2k

Warnings: Smut, apocalypse, wedding

A/N:  This is Covid inspired, but VERY inaccurate.  This is not a COVID story, zero scientific fact in it.  

A/N 2:  Thank you to @imanuglywombat​ and @opheliadawnwalker3​ for the motivation to write! 

At first it was easy, fun even.  Quarantine with your fiance.  Steve cared so much about the world and the people who lived in it both of you agreed two weeks with no media.  

   What a glorious two weeks it was.  Selfish, isolated, grocery delivery ordering lobster, filets, and all the saffron you wanted.  

   “Don’t forget my ice cream!”  You pressed yourself to your man’s back as he placed the order, kissing his bare shoulder.

   “Who do you take me for?”  He scrolled the screen up to show your preferred flavor already in the cart.  He clicked place order then turned his head to you, pulling your face down kissing you hard.

   A moan got caught in your throat as you nudged his shoulder, he flipped to his back and you straddled him.  When was the last time you’d gotten dressed?

   Steve’s cock was growing stiff between your thighs and the thought disappeared.  What did it matter?  You were the only two people in the world.

   The honeymoon ended with the two week isolation.  Both of you fought your feelings on the situation, but it was hard not to discuss.  

   “I didn’t think it would get this bad.”  You didn’t bother holding back the tears.

   “Me either.”  Steve gripped your hand and squeezed.  “Could...do you think I...did I miss an opportunity to…was there something....”

   You brought your hand up and wiped the drop from his eye.  

   “No.”  You lied to yourself, of course there was a chance he could have made a difference.  He was Captain America, but really any American could have.  You were just as guilty as him.  

   Things did not get better, but both of you were taking all the right steps.  Still enjoying your time together.  

   “Weird question.”  Steve dragged his finger between your breasts, up your neck, to your chin, then finally stuck his finger between your lips.

   “No such thing.”  You bit your teeth lightly into his digit, sucking it in and rolling your tongue around, loving the way a purr escaped his lips.  

   “Shit, I was going to ask if you would blow my finger like you do my dick, but you’re already doing it.”  Steve rolled on top of you as you spread your legs, heart flaring.  “Fuck, you are the best thing on the planet...no galaxy.”

   You were so wet he slid right in, you grabbed his wrist and moved his finger in and out with the pace he set while he fucked you.  There was good in the world.  There was Steve in the world.

   Then the date hit.  Canceled.  You knew it was coming, everyone did.  All plans set aside.  

   “I was supposed to be Mrs. Rogers today.”  You sniffled.  

   “I didn’t think you were going to change your name.”  Steve lifted your chin.  “We never talked about that.”

   “I didn’t know I wanted to until right now.”  The tears broke free as he pulled you in for a deep hug, cradling you against his chest as you sobbed.  “Time and space could not separate us.”

   You lifted your head and looked up at him.  Steve kissed your forehead.  

   “That was my vow.”  His eyes twinkled down at you.  

       You burst out laughing, mixed with sobs.  He smiled and lightly punched you on the arm.  

       “Really?”  You calmed down and looked up at him.  “It’s so short?”

       “I’ve never needed words to convey my feelings about you.”  Steve’s eyes narrowed.

“Then show me?”  You twisted your body so you were on all fours on the couch.  

Teeth met your shoulder as his body pressed to your back.  

“This means more to me than a room full of guests.”  Steve pushed inside of you as you groaned and your arms dropped.  “Time and space.”  

The two of you watched the world destroy itself, but never turned on each other.  Conflicting sources made it difficult to tell if things were getting worse or better. The Avengers called and Steve was gone.  

       “It’s my first mission back.”  Steve kissed you.  “I have to go.”

       “I know.”  You squeezed his hand, not daring to wipe the tear that slipped down his cheek.  

       No your hand trailed to his chest.  Covered for the first time in weeks, the suit felt awkward.  You missed the bare skin.  

       Lips crashed to yours as he hoisted you up and pinned you to the wall. Nudity was the new normal and you bit back the laugh as he struggled to release himself from his uniform.  He was as used to the easy access as you were.

       The laugh disappeared when he released himself and pounded you into the wall.  Your thighs shook, happy for the distraction you would be apart for the first time in months.  

       Maybe it was Steve leaving that night, his missions were getting more and more regular,  maybe it was the natural shift of things, but normalcy started to return.  The news was not so dire, recovery was happening.  People had done their part, the enemy was sinking away.  There was no magical grandstand moment signalling the end.  Was it really the end?

       “We are going out tonight.”  Steve slapped your ass.  “Go on, get dressed.”

       “What?”  You sat up from your head in his lap.  “You mean it?”

       “Yes.”  He stood up from the couch.  “You have an hour.  We are leaving the house, together.”

       This wasn’t even your house.  It was Tony’s, he’d given all of the Avengers a place to stay during the event, but it felt like home with Steve here.  

       “But what about..” Before you got the question out Steve grabbed your arm and yanked you up.  

       SLAP! SPANK!  You trotted away and grabbed your bottom as you looked over your shoulder at him.  

       “No questions.  You have an hour.”  He folded his arms over his chiseled chest, your eyes went south and your tongue licked your lips at the swinging member between his legs.  “NONE of that! Go!  Get dressed.”

       Stinging rear aside you raced up the stairs, straight to the bedroom. Excitement and nerves filled you as you did your hair and makeup.  It had been so long but your mind went on auto pilot as you readied yourself.  

       Looking in the mirror you felt beautiful.  Done up as you liked, knowing Steve would be thrilled, but you realized one thing was missing: clothes.

       Sure, you’d thrown on a shirt or pants here or there, but when was the last time you had dressed yourself?  It was the Rogers’ nudist colony in here.  

       You grabbed some underwear and a bra, slipping those on before you went to the closet.  Tony spared no expense moving you out here so your entire wardrobe was available.  

       You grabbed a red dress, it would do, you pulled it on.  It felt strange.  You went to look in the mirror and shook your head. First night out in forever,  you needed something special.  

       A patterned cocktail dress that you looked fabulous in caught your eye and you slipped it on.  This was the one.  When you looked in the mirror you shook your head no.  

       Besides, where was Steve taking you?  What if it was a dive bar?  You grabbed jeans and a t-shirt. No, that was all wrong.  Way to hot out.  And who decided jeans were comfortable?  You wanted comfy pants.

       Were yoga pants still in style?  Was anything in style?  Did style matter anymore?  

       “BABY HOURS UP!”  Steve’s voice echoed off the hall.  

       “COMING!” You smirked, knowing he used a pet name so there was no pressure.  

       You wanted to have fun.  Forget the happenings of the world, what was more fun than Halloween?  You were nervous enough about going out you grabbed your witch costume and tossed it on.  Where was your wig and hat?  Maybe put on the wart nose too.  

       You touched your hair, touched your skin.  No mirror.  You were going out in public for the first time in so long you had forgotten how to dress.  

       Your anxiety level was so high you debated on walking back down naked and telling Steve to order some food.  But was that really what you wanted?  

       What did you want?  The question was always so hard to answer and you were always so unsure.  Then you saw what you wanted to wear, not because it meant anything to anyone but you.  

       Grabbing the garment you slipped it on.  You walked out of the closet and looked in the mirror.  Your breath caught.  Before you could talk yourself out of it you turned and went down the stairs.  

       “Alright,  I went fancy.”  You twirled at the bottom, ready to see Steve in some shorts and a golf shirt, but there he was in a tuxedo.”

       “I have waited too long to see you in that dress.”  Steve reached up and grabbed your hands.  “And we have waited too long to make this official.”  

       “We’re getting married?”  You glanced around the house.  Nobody was there.  “How? We need witnesses, an officiant, a marriage license.”

       “No.”  Steve grabbed your hands.  “All we need is each other.”  

       He brought your hands to his mouth and kissed them, then grabbed your ring finger and slid it between his lips.  His cheek puffed as his tongue moved.  You felt something hard against your digit.  

Steve spit out your hand and when you looked there was a wedding band around it.  

“Time and space baby.”  Steve winked.  “Now you share yours.”

He pressed his ring into your hand.  Your mind flared with how to respond, both of you in your wedding attire, nobody else here, your husband licking your ring onto your finger.  How could you compete with that?

Months alone gave you the courage and you grabbed the top of your dress.  You started to pull it apart, wanting the thing off.  Steve’s fingers went to help and with a rip it fell to the floor.  Leaving you bra and panties in front of your groom.  

You dropped to your knees and looked up at him as you took off his pants, the belt first, then the button and fly.  A groan left your lips as you spotted his boxers.  

“Baby I need that ring.”  Steve slid them down, his cock sprung forward. “Let’s make this official.”  

He guided his cock to your lips as you parted them, taking him in.  With the belt in your hand you swung it around his ass, opening your jaw as you set the pace, pulling his hips, making him go deeper into your throat.

“This was supposed to be special.”  Steve groaned.  “Romantic.  Make it official.”  

You ignored him, loving the control, the way he was rock hard in your mouth as you took him further.  

Something started to itch,  you realized it was your bra.  

“Please baby, marry me.”  He tried to push his finger to your lip.  “I want that ring on my finger.”  

You dropped the belt and popped up from your knees.  Held the jewelry out in your palm as you unhooked your bra and shimmied out of your underwear.  

“Baby we’ve been married since the first day we met.”  You put his wedding band in your mouth, flicking your tongue around the thing, enjoying the show as he stripped out of his tuxedo.  “In two weeks I’ll put this on your finger.”

Steve let out a growl as he fell on top of you.  He found your pussy eager and waiting for him.  There was no holding back anything.  

You tried to wrap your legs around his waist, but he was pumping into you with fury.  You sunk your teeth into his shoulder loving the way his neck craned back.  

“I love you.”  Steve glared down at you.  “Time and space.”  

You came undone.  Your body rolling as the pleasure exploded.  Jaws, leaving his shoulder while you shuddered.  

A stifled moan left his lips as you felt his cock fill you.  Eyes rolling back in your head, this was all you needed.  Just the two of you.

When your breathing calmed down and reality returned you found yourself snuggled up to Steve on top of your wedding dress.  Him kissing your head and holding you close.  

“So are we married now?”  He pulled you tighter.  

“Sure.” You shrugged.  “Wanna hear my vows?”

You had worked on them for the last two months, struggling with paragraphs and the right thing to say.  

“Yessss.”  He squeezed you so tight.  “Please, let me hear them.”

“I love you.”  

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