The "Wedding Dress" Meme

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The "Wedding Dress" Meme


In the past, weddings and marriages were simply business contracts to bind family and property together. Though that remains in some cultures, weddings in the modern day tend to be a time of joy, commitment, and looking forward to the future. That is, of course, if you're the one getting married to the person you love. But what if that person is getting married, and you're the one on the outside looking in? Maybe they left you, maybe you didn't know a good thing until it was gone, or perhaps they were forced into marrying someone else.

That decision is made, and the only one that remains is this: what will you do?

HOW TO PLAY
- Comment with your character and preferences. State whether or not you want your character being the one married or the one crashing the wedding - the default state, and for best results, is characters being able to do both.
- Tag others.

PROMPTS
1. Can't Believe What's Going On: You've just been told the "happy" news. How do you respond?
2. Screamin' Out of Control: There's still time before the wedding day. You could still talk them out of all this foolishness! You're the one they should be with!
3. Is It too Late?: Uh oh, it's the end of the line! You have to get to the church and crash this wedding.
4. Hurt the One I've Cared For: You were hesitant about trying to interfere, but then you heard the person your love is marrying has hurt them in some way.
5. I Was Never Perfect: You weren't exactly good to your ex-lover, and now you're willing to change. Too bad you picked this day to tell them that...
6. Making You Uncomfortable: This isn't a marriage of love, it's an arranged marriage! That stings even more, and you're determined to set things right.
7. Claimed Everything Was Okay: Right before the wedding, you're trying to get him/her to call it off, but they seem hesitant, even with the past history between you. They really love their spouse to be...or there's something else...
8. Gotta Keep My Cool, Be Calm: Okay, just barging in isn't the right thing to do. You have to find some way to get this wedding derailed, whether it be calling in an anonymous bomb threat, raising your army, or ordering party clowns.
9. No, No, No: There's nothing else to do but crash this in front of everyone the old fashioned way. I OBJECT!
10. I Know We're Done: It's your wedding being interrupted by a familiar face! Are you angry? Hurt? Happy?
11. Cause You Should Be My Lady: You're one of those people of dubious morals, so when in doubt, kidnap the object of your affection so they can't get married! Great plan!
12. Take My Hand: Or, on the other, more ethical side, they've come along with you and the two of you are going to start a life away from all of this.
13. I'd Never Let It Go: You may not even love this person or your love may not yet be clear, but one thing's for certain, and that's that you don't want to share or give them up.
14. Life Carries On: You've decided to let the wedding go on and live with your regrets.
15. WILDCARD

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[littletrexhands]

There was still a small part of FDR that worried that maybe he did ruin her life with this. He may have ruined her wedding, but this was her future. He felt like he had changed and he could see a different, but was it enough? Would it be enough? Would it even be fair? The idea that he wasn't perfect for her made his head spin and he didn't like to think about how he might let her down. He could try to fix it, but it still scared him that he might still be worse. He was a lot more fun than the pencil pusher, but he was significantly less functional than the guy.

He couldn't think about any of that though because she was naked and she felt amazing. There would be no time for thinking about stuff like that. The next couple of weeks would be about growth. He needed to show her he had grown. There would also be a lot of makeup sex because it was an island runaway. Getaway sounded dumb because this was a legitimate runaway. They were running away from things. Mostly her wedding. He was just tagging along or whisking her off. Depending on how you looked at it.

FDR pulled her away from the wall, but he didn't go far. Instead he slammed her back against it and a white hot bolt shot through him. Fuck that felt amazing. One hand moved away from her thighs and went to cup her cheek. His lips moved away from her neck and back up to her own lips. He kissed her hard and threaded his fingers into her hair. He bit on her lower lip and then let out a groan. He was really close.

[smithsonian]

His extra enthusiasm was rewarded with a sharp cry of, 'oh yes!' and Annie gripped his shoulder harder as she hooked her leg up on his hip - or tried to. The fucking dress kept getting in the way, but it didn't matter because he was firmly planted between her legs... right where she liked him.

Another hard thrust, combined with his fingers in her hair and the kiss? Annie knew it wasn't going to take long before he pushed her over the edge. That groan...

"Oh, God," she moaned, just as he pushed into her again and that was it. The sex had always been amazing and this was no different; and yes, maybe it had something to do with the fact that he'd just done her against the wall in her wedding dress. Not their dress, no. Not the dress she'd imagined marrying him in ages ago, but the boring, fluffy, white thing that went perfectly with the boring, fluffy, white guy she'd almost married.

When she came, it was just as spectacular as she remembered and his shoulders were going to ache later.

[littletrexhands]

He's pretty good at tooting his own horn. Sometimes FDR is just as much his biggest critique as he is his own praiser. He's always patting himself on the back and for good reason usually. Mostly it's during ops because dammit if he isn't good at what he does. He's great at it actually. He's aware of it too. Sex is another thing he praises himself for. Listening to the sounds Annie makes are easy for him to leap into praise mode. Because that's what he's feeling right now. He made her come in a wedding dress that held no significant meaning between the two of them right after stealing her from a wedding. Yep. He's good at this.

It did not take long for FDR to come after her. A few more thrusts and he was gone. His toes curled tight and his body tightened. Every muscle was on fire. He moaned into her mouth and held on tightly as he kept moving. He thrusted through her orgasm and his own. He finally slowed, but didn't make a move to pull out of her. He was just still as he enjoyed the way her mouth tasted and the way she felt in his hands. She was beautiful and it showed. He had almost lost her and it freaked him out. She was here though.

"I prefer Franklin, but God works too." Only a few people could get away with calling him Franklin. She was one of them. The other was Tuck and his son called him Uncle Frank. Katie sometimes called him Franklin, but not usually. Even Lauren had called him FDR. He wouldn't have minded if called him Franklin though. He did like it just a little too much when she did it though. "I really did miss you."

[smithsonian]

"Franklin."

She breathed it as she tried to get her heartrate under control, though it was nearly impossible with the way he was still pressed against her and still very, very much inside her. It left her panting lightly against his ear as she imagined the way they looked. Well, the way she looked: thoroughly debauched.

There was not a single regret in her about leaving her wedding, though if he wanted to toot his own horn about it, she wasn't going to deny him the pleasure of it. In fact, she was fairly sure the two of them had tooted his horn plenty in the last ten minutes and would likely toot it again in the next hour or two. Before their flight left, that was for sure.

When he said he missed her, she pulled her head up to look him, the bright blue of his eyes hitting her deep in her heart and making it ache. "I can tell."

[littletrexhands]

"Annie." Because he can be a cocky little shit. She said his name like that and he wasn't about to be upstaged even though he basically invited her to do so. He is this much of a child. What have you walked into?

It sounds cheesy and stupid now, but it's true. It's always been true. His life was not good without her. He couldn't stand the thought of being without her. She was here now and little things had changed. It's not easy to see from here, but the couch has throw pillows. He was seriously against though in the beginning because they were more work, but he understood them now. He also kept up the pictures of them because he couldn't bring himself to box them up when they broke up. The walls were a different color. The color she suggested when laying on the floor one night after a very good session of rolling around. He brushed the idea off, but once she was gone he knew they had to change. So he picked that color.

"You're getting naked now. Either I can rip open that dress or you can figure a way out of it." He finally pulled out and put her back down on her own two feet. He took a step backwards and kept his eyes on her. Maybe the idea of watching her shed that dress was a little exciting when he really thought about it.

[smithsonian]

She gave a light huff of laughter because he is a cocky little shit and she knew it. She knew it before, she knew it when she walked away from the church and she knows it now.

Though she hadn't noticed the throw pillows, she could see the frames that had photographs of the two of them on his counter, and on his end tables, and as he stepped away, she caught her breath again. It was the sudden movement, the release that she hadn't been expecting, and the challenge in his eyes gave her a moment's pause.

It was highly tempting to let him destroy the dress and everything it stood for, but she could just as easily burn it later. Or find some other way of destroying it.

"There's a zipper in the back," she told him, half-turning. "I need your help, but you don't have to be gentle." If it got a little ripped, she wouldn't cry about it.