#so they have a date like twice a week and dream makes sure he has only nice dreams and sends him flowers to his office at the university

[justmeinatree]

A Wet Dream Just Dangling

Summary : vampire harry wants to eat you out.

TW : smut, period sex, oral (f receiving)

Word Count : 1.5k

“c’mon, darling,” harry coos, laying in bed, tangled up with you, using the softness of your tummy as a pillow. “don’t have to be shy with me.”

“harry,” you giggle, biting your lip, “never in a million years would i have thought of doing this.”

“hmm, i could wait a million years, but i’d really rather not,” he grumbles, fingertips gently stroking your skin. “you know it’ll make you feel better, my love.”

“s’embarrassing. and really awkward,” you groan, stuffing your face in a pillow, fingers carding through your boyfriend’s hair.

“nothing to be embarrassed about. totally normal thing,” he turns his head, chin pressed into your skin, peering up at you. “besides, s’not like it’s my first time.”

“that doesn’t exactly make me feel better,” you giggle. 

when you met harry, and inevitably fell deeply in love, you knew there would be a learning curve to dating him. the whole vampire thing being a bit of an adjustment for you. 

in the last 6 months, you’d gotten used to the feeding part of dating him. a weekly, sometimes twice a week, occurrence, that you’d grown to honestly be excited for. the intimate part of it all wasn’t lost on you. if anything, it made you feel closer to him.

so far, the idea of period sex hadn’t come up. that is, until today. your cramps were a little worse than usual, and although you know that sex has helped to alleviate them, you also know that he’s not just asking for sex. he’s asking to eat you out.

“beautiful girl, you’ll love it,” he hums, pecking over your stomach, tongue darting to take a few tentative licks of your skin. 

your taste invades his senses immediately, fangs poking out on their own accord, gently scraping against you, just enough to make a trail of goosebumps follow their path.

“harry,” you whine softly. he knows that whine, knows that what he’s doing is working. and the lower he makes his way down your stomach, kissing, sucking, licking, tasting, the more he can smell you. smell the blood, smell the arousal mixing in. his mind starts going hazy, only able to focus on blood, blood, blood. but more specifically your blood.

“please,” he mutters so softly you barely caught it, fingertips dancing by the waistband of your sweatpants, lips and tongue and fuck, so much harry, ghosting over your hips. “please, will you let me, my love ?” little puffs of warm air tickling your skin.

“do it,” you sigh contently, setting your reservations aside at the pure desperate neediness to his tone. you’re not sure you could have ever imagined your big scary vampire to sound so soft and small, it made you give into him even quicker than usual.

the next moment flies by in a flash, your pants ripped clean off you, legs spread wide, thighs held open with his hands, an animalistic growl echoing from harry’s chest, fangs on full display, dropping down to breathe you in.

“fuck, fuck,” harry groans, his temple resting against your inner thigh, eyes locked on your cunt. you were absolutely soaked. your hormones on overdrive from your period, plus well, day 2 of your period, he doesn’t remember the last time he’s seen something so fucking beautiful. 

his tongue tentatively pokes out, taking a lick at your sopping folds, harry’s eyes rolling back. “fucking christ, my beautiful girl, can’t-“ he shakes his head, taking another lick, “can’t hold myself back. stop me if it’s too much.”

and with that, he delves in. face instantly pressing into your cunt, tongue darting into you, licking at your inner walls with purpose.

you struggle to keep up with the quickness of it all, your body reacting to harry before your brain has a chance to keep up. with your back arching, a loud moan echoing through the room, you grip into his hair, pressing yourself more into his face.

you can feel the vibration from his groan, your pussy clenching on his lapping tongue. you can feel the bluntness of his fangs encompassing your heat, a slight sting from time to time, when they scrape particularly roughly. you can feel the nipping of his nails in your skin, thighs aching from his strength holding you spread open. 

with your period long forgotten, cramps seemingly swept away with the flick of harry’s tongue, you keep rolling your hips into his face, causing his moans to increase.

harry’s mind is reeling, so far gone, overtaken with the continuous flow of blood. he doesn’t have to pace himself, doesn’t have to worry about taking too much. he can slurp up as much as he likes. add in the sweet taste of your arousal, and all he can focus on is more, more, more.

his eyes flick up to meet yours, the darkest crimson you think you’ve ever seen looking back at you. you note the deep red smeared over his pale porcelain skin, and you feel yourself tug on his hair harder, the sight making your skin prickle. you weren’t sure how this scene could ever be so beautiful, but here it was. and it made your stomach clench. 

you can see the moment harry knows you’re going to cum, his eyes looking at you in recognition, cunt throbbing on his tongue, his mouth moving north for a moment to suck and flick at your clit. instantly, your orgasm crashes over you, back arching, legs trembling against his hold.

and harry’s ecstatic to lick you through it, scooping up the bubbles of blood, a guttural moan vibrating from the depths of his chest, his tongue migrating south again, face following suit.

without a moment to breathe, harry being hyper focused on blood, languidly stroking his tongue up and down and up and down through your slit, from entrance to clit, lapping up the blood, the arousal, the overwhelming sense of you, you, you.

“harry,” you whimper breathily, trying to compose yourself post orgasm, all while still having his tongue scooping from deep inside you. you couldn’t budge your legs at all, no matter how hard you tried to close them, your entire body prickling with heat every time he’d stroke your sweet spot.

your whines fall on deaf ears, harry much too busy with his face buried in your cunt. it was moments like these where he loves that breathing isn’t a problem he needs to worry about anymore. 

so he continues on, sucking and slurping, getting completely lost in the seemingly endless supply of sustenance. so much so, that you’re almost certain he’s completely missed the fact that you’re cumming again.

your moans had gotten increasingly loud, body trembling and wracking in his hands, fingers pulling tight on his hair. your cunt was clenched hard around his tongue, but his muscles were strong, and it didn’t stop him one bit. growling pants coming from between your legs, he flicked his tongue over and over and over against your inner walls.

body covered in a sheen of sweat, you were panting, whining, so fucking overstimulated. and yet, you couldn’t find it in yourself to stop him. even with your third orgasm looming, the coil in your stomach tighter than it’s been all night, almost painfully so, you could not stop.

your hips try to lift off the bed, muscles stretching and tensing all at once, an explosion of heat and tingles spreads through you, your cunt at the centre of the storm.

harry groans happily, his mouth working you through your third orgasm, hands sliding from your inner thighs, around to the small of your back, holding you. 

instantly, your legs close on his head, a moan vibrating from harry’s mouth, his hold leaving your back, sliding over your bum, up the back of your thighs, to press your knees into your chest.

and for the first moment since his escapade began, he pulls his mouth away from your pussy, looking at it, admiring his beautiful girl’s most intimate parts. he knows he’s pushed you to a limit, doesn’t have to ask, he absolutely knows you well enough by now. 

he still, however, unable to help himself, takes a gentle lick all the way up your slit, your body flinching in response. “m’sorry, darling. just so pretty.”

heat rises to your cheeks, wiggling your hips, trying to get away from him, as embarrassment, shyness creeps up on you.

and again, knowing you so well, harry notices, shaking his head, pecking against the back of your thigh, knees still pressed to your chest. he takes another gentle lick up your cunt, groaning, “don’t know why you even bother with pads and tampons. fuckin waste of money, if you ask me.”

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tags : @gorlsinmultifandoms @cc-horan

[hotchfiles]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ❝ darling, lean your weight to me ❞ ─ a darling, in any life blurb

pairing: aaron hotchner x reader. summary: the red thread between two people destined to be together may stretch and tangle, but those ties will never break. or: aaron finds a way to show you his commitment to you. content warnings: suggestive make out. you might think he's a bit ooc and if you do i want you to know you're wrong. word count: 1.1k

you made sure to check your phone twice for the time, it was way too damn late to have someone at your door, midnight and you were already drifting into beautiful relaxing dreams when the sound of the doorbell woke you up. you couldn't even deny you were a bit scared, you were a woman living alone after all. you took your phone with you ready to call the cops, even if you really wanted to be able to call aaron, or that he was already there with you like he was supposed to.

the dinner reservations he had made fell through when a case took longer than he expected, so now you were about to face a stranger in your front door alone. or so you thought, as the face you saw through the peep hole was of the handsome, but obviously tired, man of your literal dreams.

you unlocked the door and hushed him in, hugging him tightly after closing it again. "what are you doing here, airhead? you look exhausted."

"not quite the reception i was waiting for." he comments, leaving his go bag and a brown paper one on your couch, going back to your embrace to kiss you.

you only hummed to his teasing. obviously happy he was there, but not only surprised, worried about his health. he was indeed tired, taking time to rest his head on yours and stay like that, enjoying your scent and your warmth against his chest. he had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, blazer and tie nowhere to be seen, first two buttons undone. gorgeous. a sight to be taken in, the dark bags under his eyes only made him sexier, it reminded you the importance of his work, the commitment he had to it.

“care to explain yourself?” you look up to him, keeping your arms around his waist for a moment before touching his features softly, hand to his cheek. aaron leans on it, eyes closed.

“we had a date. i’m just late to it."

you felt like you could combust maybe, the sweetness not only on his voice but of his actions were almost too much for you to handle, “you know you didn’t have to do this, right? i understand you were busy, babe.”

“it wasn’t trouble, and i missed you.” he did miss you, and you didn’t have to know he had to make last minute arrangements so the jet could leave him in arlington’s city airport, not to mention getting a taxi. what you did have to know and he wanted to make sure you did, was how much he cared about you and how much he wanted to be present with you when he could. he needed to show you he was committed to that.

that's why dinner was important tonight, he had planned it perfectly, the restaurant, the wine, he even went as far as to ask both spencer and garcia for a bit of help with showing his intentions just right. it has been a few weeks of you two going out, weekends together, late nights. he wanted to keep you, but asking a woman to be his girlfriend at 43 seemed childish, and also not enough for what he wanted to convey.

"i have something for you, love." the sweet pet names were common now, even though you both kept the use of the childhood silly ones to piss each other off. you tilted your head at him waiting for him to continue and his glanced the brown paper bag you had forgotten was in your couch. aaron usually didn't gift without reason, physical touch and acts of service were much more prominent from him, you were excited if not a tiny bit suspicious.

"did i forget any special date?" you wonder as he pulls you to the couch with him, sitting right beside the bag and instructing you to sit by his side. aaron dismissed your question with a simple shake of his head, getting a thin velvet box from the bag, by the size you knew it wasn't a ring, thankfully.

"i just wanted to give you something. to cement my commitment... to you." you were speechless as he opened the box, a beautiful golden necklace, delicate, a white small pendant in the form of a heart, framed by the same gold of the necklace. "it's uh... a mother of pearl. garcia helped me with it." aaron took it out of the box and gestured you to turn around, which you gladly did, taking your hair out of his way. he kept explaining it while you touched the pendant lightly as he put it on you. "it can symbolize loyalty, which is what i want you to know you'll always have from me." loyalty. something you didn't get from your cheating ex, definitely. commitment. this was the equivalent of getting a promise ring as a teen.

you didn't even have words to thank him, or to show him how beautiful the gift, the thought behind it... everything was. so you just pulled him by his collar into your lips, the kiss getting saltier by the second as happy tears went down your cheek. his fingers go to wipe them away as he pulls himself from you, his lips brushing against your forehead before taking something else from the paper bag.

"and as you say, i'm still a sap, so i got these bracelets as well." two black woven bracelets in hand, you had given him an extremely colorful one back in the day, something to solidify your friendship. you remember as clear as day as he accepted it and let you put it on his wrist even with complaints about it being too bright. "got it in black, i'm not wearing that awful mix of colors you got us last time." aaron secured it in your wrist this time, handing you the other one to do the same to him.

"they were in style, okay!" you defend yourself as you wrapped it tight on his wrist. "i love it, you know you didn't have to do any of this. but i love that you did." you held him with both your hands and spent some time kissing every single corner of his face before getting to his lips.

his deep need for control getting the best of him as you were pulled to his lap, straddling him as he deepens the kiss, hands splitting attention between gripping your thigh and tugging your hair. "aar—" a high moan replaces his name from your lips as he pushes you down on his crotch. "it's late—you need to shower and sleep"

"fine. wise ass." he sounds exasperated, his head hitting the back of your couch. he knew you were right. but his smirk as he looked back at you told otherwise. "but you're coming with me."

[epicbuddieficrecs]

Favorite Buddie fics of 2023!

Every single year at @epicstuckyficrecs I used to do a fic rec at the end of the year with my favorite fics. I figured I should keep the tradition going! So, without further ado, these are my favorite Buddie fics (in no particular order) published in 2023! (you can also check out some other favorite Buddie fics of mine here)

If you have any favorites that aren't in this list, don't hesitate to share them in the comments! :)

Complete

find a way to you (if it kills me) by foxwatson/ @eddiediazes (Post S6E13: Mixed Feelings, Pining | 19K | Mature): the one where eddie decides to start dating again, buck figures out his own feelings just a minute too late, and then he spends a week going through the five stages of grief

let the world have its way with you by fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (Post-Coma AU | 54K | Explicit): or, a bucket list that’s really about buck needing to make a change and an eddie who’s ready to do anything to see him fall in love with life again. it takes some crossing off for eddie to realise—the thing at the top of the list in his own heart? it’s been right here all along

Being Eddie by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Time Travel, Post-Season 6, Getting together | 80K | Teen): When Eddie starts seeing a new therapist, he’s presented with the opportunity to revisit several days from his past and right regrets that still bother him. OR: Eddie goes through the time travel therapy process of the 2009 Canadian TV show Being Erica.

Evan Buckley & The Coma-Verse of Madness by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Coma AU, Multiverse | 58K | Teen): After being struck by lightning on a call, Buck experiences a plethora of alternate realities showing him different directions his life could have taken. Fighting hard to get home, Buck learns what, or who, is important to him in every lifetime.

like a dog with a bird at your door by fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (Post-S6, Getting Together | 51K | Explicit): or, evan “i love you like a dog” buckley has only ever known how to love like, well, a dog, but maybe eddie diaz is the kinda guy to give a flea-bitten mongrel a forever home

Both Blade and Branch by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Post-S6 | 62K | Mature): The chances of being struck by lightning twice are incredibly minute, but Buck still manages to pull it off. During a double date with Marisol and Natalia, nonetheless. Eddie manages to resuscitate him, but as Buck recovers from yet another trauma, Eddie can’t help but notice there’s something very different about him. He’s not quite sure what version of Buck he got back.

where all of the people dancing and clapping would greet me with such warmth by trysetmeonfire/ @try-set-me-on-fire (Season 6, Magical Realism | 15K | Mature): In the fall, Buck begins to disappear. (Part 2 of All I Am, All That I Am)

Nothing Left But You by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars ("Blip" AU | 27K | Teen | Warning: MCD): In May of 2021, 25% of Earth's population suddenly disappears. Including Eddie. In May of 2026, they all come back. Eddie finds himself suddenly in the middle of a world he doesn't recognize, where the people he loves most have changed significantly.

Your Love is an Oil Slick (It Glows like Rainbows, It Stains My Soul) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Canon Divergent - Supernatural Elements, Ghost Buck | 67K | Explicit): When Eddie's son claims he has an imaginary friend, Eddie doesn't think much of it. Christopher is seven, it's what kids do. But then weird things start happening around the house, and Eddie starts dreaming about a handsome blue-eyed man. Turns out, Christopher's friend isn't so imaginary. Their house is haunted.

come with me, together, we can take the long way home series by allisonRW96/ @homerforsure (Canon compliant | 105K | T to M):

Get me through the night; Make me feel alright (Post-S3 Finale | 11K | Mature): After an emotionally-gutting reunion with Abby, Buck turns to old coping mechanisms. Eddie helps him find a better way. In Uncertain Times, The Uncertain Rules Apply (Pre-S4 | 22K | Teen): Covid comes to LA. Eddie copes. Or doesn't. Holding out for Something More (Stuck in Reverse) (Post S4E3/Lone Star Crossover | 26K | Teen): LA is coming out of lockdown and the world is returning to some sense of normalcy. But going back to the way things were hurts more than Buck expected. While his therapist challenges him to confront what he really wants, the team takes a trip to Austin... and El Paso. so far from being free (S4E4: 9-1-1 What's Your Grievance?, S4E5: Buck Begins | 46K | Teen): That’s Daniel. He was our brother. Buck doesn’t know what to do with the past tense. He never had a brother. He’s always had a brother. He gained one and lost one in the same breath and it feels impossible.

Kink Club AU series by Princessfbi/ @princessfbi (Canon Divergent - Different First Meeting, BDSM, Dom Eddie, Sub Buck | Complete | Explicit): Canon compliant one shots where Eddie works at a Kink Club as a side hustle and meets Buck there before his first shift in 2x01.

The Warmth (of You) (25K): aka where Buck and Eddie first meet at a kink club before the firehouse To Weather the Storm (With You) (21K): aka the fallout of Buck finding out the dom he met at a Kink Club is his new coworker Safe Here (With You) (20K): aka Buck and Eddie handle working a shift after their first scene The Building Pressure (of You) (15K): aka Buck reaches out to Eddie after he leaves Abby's place in 2x07 An Offer to Torment (You) (14K): aka Eddie is all twisted up inside about what to do with Shannon. Buck offers himself up for some much needed holiday stress relief.

like when the sun came out by spaceprincessem/ @spaceprincessem (Canon Divergent, Ghosts | 39K | Mature): Evan gave up trying to explain what happens to him after his parents forced him to have a talk with one of their friends, supposedly a pediatric therapist, and cruelly hinted that if Evan didn’t stop seeing and talking about his “invisible friends” as if they were real then his parents would send him far away to places where they lock children up in padded rooms. “Look,” Evan says quickly, forcing out the words before he gets too scared to speak,” I—I know this is going to sound crazy, but, um, ever since I was a kid I can see ghosts.”

tomorrow will always and forever now be today (tomorrow is our always and forever) by withmeornotatall/ @chronicowboy (Post-S6, Time Loop | 43K | Mature): eddie gets trapped in a time loop on the day buck marries natalia

All My Shattered Oaths by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Vampires AU | 107K | Explicit): Eddie wants to stay away from his family’s legacy and give his son a normal life. Buck’s desperate to find a way to get over the love he lost. Fate has other plans for both of them.

Don't They Know It's the End of the World? by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Fallout 4 AU, Post-Apocalyptic | 32K | Mature | Warning: Violence): After being put in a cryogenic sleep for over a hundred years to wait out an apocalyptic event, Eddie Diaz wakes up, too early, to find his son has been stolen from his cryo-chamber. Scared and alone in a frightening world he doesn't recognize, Eddie is willing to do anything to get his kid back.

but i can see all along, love (it was you all the way down) by diazchristopher/ @captain-hen (Post-S6, Time Loop | 28K Mature): He puts his laptop away after a bit, and paces the length of his apartment as he tries to take stock of the situation at hand. One: The date is March 22nd, 2024. Two: It has been March 22nd for 3 days now. Three: Buck is trapped in some kind of time loop that is forcing him to relive this day. Four: Eddie is, apparently, in love with him. And. And. Five: Buck doesn’t feel the same way.

WIP

And here are my favorite WIP that I really hope will continue to be updated in 2024! 🤞

for all the haunts and homes of men by euadnes/ @kananjarus (Canon Divergent, Post-Apocalyptic, Station Eleven Crossover | WIP | 11/? | 96K | Mature | Warning: Violence): The year by the old calendar is 2025. Home is gone. Home is a failed rescue mission and an echo of a memory. Home is a lost boy living in a wooden house by the sea. But first, there was a promise. Christopher, when it's safe, I'll take you back to your father. Buck had all but given up on keeping it after the world had died and everyone in it. But just as some oaths refuse to be forgotten, so the same can be said about the endurance of love.

Things We're All Too Young to Know by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon, S1 through S6 | 104/? | 283K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.

Precious & Fragile Things by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Small Miracles AU, Angel Buck | 10/? | 25K | Teen): Buck is the Fallen Angel of Petty Temptation, who has been tasked with tempting human Eddie Diaz to sin and enjoy life, but just a little. He thinks the job will be easy - get in, get out, go back to Peru to continue messing around with eternity. But when Buck arrives in Los Angeles, he finds Eddie is harder to tempt than expected, and more compelling than Buck had hoped.

Right Where You Left Me by hyacinthusbloom/ @thebloomingheather (Canon Divergent, Post-S4, Angst | 89K | 20/? | Explicit | Warning: Rape/Non-con): "Therapy?" Eddie suggests. Buck almost laughs, but instead says, "I'll go if you go." Because he had fully expected him to be chicken shit, to disagree, and instead Eddie, the bastard, replies, "Deal." Or Buck never tells anyone that he slept with his therapist and deals with the butterfly effect years later.

Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know by JJK/ @trenchcoatsandtimetravel (Demon Buck, Canon Divergent | 7/? | 12K | Teen): Buck is a demon with the power to help with pregnancy, childbirth, and infant health. When the Buckleys make a deal asking for someone to help 'save their baby', Buck leaps at the chance as it will give him what he's always wanted: a life on earth. But demon deals are tricky and neither of them gets quite what they're after. This is Buck's journey as he navigates growing up on earth and remembering how to help those in need.

[borathae]

“Separated because of a business trip and yearning terribly for him, you call your husband in the middle of the night for a glimpse of his voice. The call was supposed to be innocent, but soon you find yourself yearning for more than just conversation. Unbeknowst to you, Yoongi is a natural in phone sex and more than willing to show it off.”

~ Requested by anonie ~

Pairing: husband!Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: married life!AU, Smut

Warnings: Domish!Yoongi, needy!Reader, phone sex, nudes, dirty talk, voice kink, mutual masturbation, the rest of the list will be kinks he'll describe to her, a sex dream, waking her up with oral, breast worshipping, body worshipping, oral (f.receiving), his hands roaming her body, vaginal fingering, praising, the aftercare is so fluffy & cute

Wordcount: 4.9k

a/n: okay but like this Yoongi did it to me so hard omfg 🥴 I hope I delivered anonie heheh enjoy 🖤

You and your husband were having a first tonight. You have been married for seven years, dated for three and lived together for nine of those years and during all this time, the longest the two of you were separated have been two days. Two days and three nights and not one second longer.

This however has changed as of last week when you had to leave on an once in a lifetime business trip down to the coast.

Your company was extending its business and therefore sent you to help with setting everything up. They promised you that it would be the first and only business trip you had to take and that they chose you because you were so competent in your job. Now, don’t misunderstand the situation, you were very grateful for the opportunity and felt very honoured about the trust they put into you, but you miss your husband.

Being so far away from him in a lonely hotel room means that you and your husband have to sleep in separate beds in different cities for six whole nights. And it’s driving you nuts because you realised that falling asleep without Yoongi next to you is almost impossible.

You need his cute booty snuggled into your crotch and his waist cradled in your arms and his tiny baby hair tickling your nose and his sweet scent and the little noises he makes when he dreams. But you don’t have any of those things. Just his t-shirt stuck over a pillow and the memory of how warm he is.

You sigh dramatically and reach for your phone. It’s midnight already. For just a second you stare longingly at the picture of his smiling face you have as your lock screen, then you unlock your phone and go straight to his contact.

You have to call him. You can’t sleep and his voice is the only remedy for it. You know that he'll still be awake, so you aren’t scared to accidentally wake him.

Calling Sugarbutt ♡

The phone lets you know by ringing twice.

“Hey honey”, Yoongi picks up.

“Hey honey, how are you?”

“I miss you like crazy, but other than that I'm fine. You?"

“I miss you too, so much”, you huff out air, “Yoongi, I can’t fall asleep.”

“Me neither.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm yeah, it’s not the same when you don’t hold me.”

“Yeah totally. God Yoongi, I miss your butt”, you whine, making him chuckle.

“Am I only my butt?”

“Yeah”, you joke.

“Wow”, he laughs, “thanks.”

“No, I was just kidding”, you giggle sweetly, “you’re more than just your butt. I miss you and your scent and your cuddles.”

“Me too”, he says and sighs sadly, “I wanted to call you too, but then I figured that you were probably asleep already. Did you have lots of work today?”

“Yes, quite a lot. I had to talk to so many people and all the conversations were so important. I seriously felt as if I would mess up and ruin the company.”

Yoongi chuckles, “I’m sure you managed to do very well at the end.”

“Of course I did, but still it was scary.”

“Mhm, I can imagine. You’re so hardworking, my honey”, he says, making your heart flutter in your chest.

“Thankies”, you say, wiggling your toes happily, “what did you do today? Did you do pilates like you wanted to?”

The kindergartens and schools are currently on break, which means Yoongi is spending his days as your cute househusband. He planned on having a very tight schedule of his favourite part time activities and new hobbies to pass the time . Today he wanted to try out a pilates class.

“No, I deep cleaned the house and then was so exhausted that I just laid around and watched telly”, he says, making you chuckle. He chuckles as well, “but I did stretches and I can touch my ankles now when I bend down.”

“Woow honey, that’s impressive”, you gasp.

“Yeah right?” he agrees, sounding cocky.

“You have to show me once I’m home.”

“Of course”, he says, nodding his head even if you can’t see him, “did you eat well today?” he asks.

“I did, I had Naengmyeon. You?”

“Wah, my favourite. I’m so jealous”, he whines, “I grilled some beef and ate it with rice and the leftover kimchi from your mum.”

“Mhhm that sounds yummy too.”

“Yeah, it was good.”

“That’s nice to hear”, you say, kicking your feet. You love talking to him. “Yoongi what are you wearing?" you ask, snickering to yourself because of the silly joke.

“What am I wearing? Mhm”, he flips on his back, “what would you do if I told you that I'm not wearing anything? I could run my hand down my body and touch myself if I wanted to.”

“Okay, what?” you feel flustered, riled up, shocked, “Yoongi! I was kidding, oh my god don’t say that.”

He chuckles. The sound is so sexy to your ears. Oh no, that means he managed to turn you on. Sneaky, hot bastard.

“You wanted to know.”

“Yeah as a joke. I was joking. That’s like the stereotypical thing couples say during phone calls. Oh my god, now I’m hot. Why would you actually give me a sexy answer?”

He laughs and yet again it sounds so sexy to you. So sexy in fact, that you find yourself rubbing your thighs together for just a moment.

“What are you wearing, honey?” he asks, using his seductive voice for it.

“You are a sneaky little flirt, Min Yoongi.”

He snickers, “why? I'm just asking.”

“Yeah, but this was supposed to be a cute phone call and now I’m horny.”

“Mhm, you’re horny?”

Oh how cocky he sounds. It’s driving you up the wall in the most fun way.

“Tzt, stop teasing me. I can’t help it when you talk about being naked and your hands doing things.”

“What if I told you that right now I’m touching my nipple?”

“Yoongi”, you gasp, feeling a tingle in your pussy.

He laughs then sighs.

“Feels really good, honey. I'm thinking of you, almost feels the same. Mhhhm.”

That tingle turns into a full on throb. Frick, you’re so horny. He is so hot.

“So we're actually doing this?” you ask him.

“If you’re down. But fuck", he groans, most definitely arching his back, “you have to decide fast, before I can’t hold back anymore.”

“Yah, we're doing this”, you say and hurry to get your pants off, “Yoongi, I just took off my pants.”

“You did. I wanna see.”

“I can send you a pic.”

“Mhm yes please”, he begs in a raspy voice.

Neither one of you talk as you take a picture. Nothing too difficult, just a picture of you spreading your thighs while your hand rests between them.

You send it to Yoongi.

“Fuck baby, so sexy”, he groans, “you drive me insane. Look.”

The phone vibrates. You almost vibrate with it in pure desperation.

You open the picture he sent you. His stomach, his happy trail and the beginning of his trimmed pubes. The sheets cover his cock and legs. His hand is resting on it, veiny and big, cupping his cock and showing off just how hard he already is.

“Oh god this is so hot”, you moan, “how are you so hard already?”

“I actually wanted to jerk off, but then you called me”, he confesses, chuckling shyly.

“I see how it is”, you snicker, zooming in on his hand, “your hand looks so sexy.”

“Imagine what I could do with it”, he says and sighs.

“Tell me, I wanna hear it from you.”

“Yeah? How about we make it more fun.”

“What are you thinking?”

“Lie down and don’t touch yourself.”

“I'm sorry, how is that more fun?”

“Trust me, I’ll make it fun.”

You sigh, “fine, I’ll lie down. I did it. So now what?”

“Close your eyes and relax”, he whispers.

“I am.”

“There we go, now listen to my voice and imagine”, he rasps.

“Okay.”

“You’re in the hotel room, alone and horny.”

“I am”, you whisper, “I'm both.”

He chuckles and continues.

“Well, now imagine I surprise you. I unlock the door and make my way to the bed. I see you lying there looking so sexy but lost in your dream.”

“So you’re with me?”

“Mh-hm.”

“How's that possible?”

“I don't know, I- honey, come on. Are the logistics really that important right now? Teleportation or something, I don’t know”, he complains in a whiney voice.

You chuckle, “okay, okay sorry. You teleported. Continue.”

Yoongi clicks his tongue, “so mean”, he whispers.

“Just continue, I’m sorry”, you laugh.

“Fine okay, okay”, he whines and clears his throat to get back into character. He lowers his voice, keeping it raspy and seductive for you, “I see you sleeping. You’re lost in a dream. I know it's a wet dream because of how you are squirming.”

“What am I dreaming about?”

“Cumming on my tongue.”

Your thighs press together. You can imagine the sensation. Warm and wet.

“That's hot.”

“Mhm, yeah”, he rasps, forcing you to rub your thighs together a second time, “and you’re so, so needy and for just a moment I watch you.”

“Don't. Please. Wake me.”

“Trust me, I will. But I'll do it my way.”

“What's your way?”

“I'll start off by opening the buttons on your shirt. Just imagine it honey, my fingers are careful as they work to get you naked. And as I strip you, I places kisses on your neck. One by one, right where you are the most sensitive.”

You can feel it so well. How inch by inch he is exposing you to his eyes and how his soft lips are dancing over your neck. Yoongi listens to the shaky inhale you take and continues talking.

“I'll cup your beautiful tits and begin trailing kisses on them. You know which kisses.”

“Yeah”, you whisper, arching your back because for just a second it felt as if you had Yoongi’s pouty lips dancing over the swell of your breasts. Yoongi is always so needy in his explorations.

“I’ll be so fucking hungry for you, honey”, he purrs his words, “I won’t stop until I have your nipples wet and sensitive. Knowing you, it won’t take long but that doesn’t stop me. You are squirming so much and it’s making me so hungry for more.”

“I want to wake up”, you confess, squirming on the sheets. Your nipples are so hard under your shirt, feeling sensitive. Yoongi sucked on your nipples on so many occasions that you know exactly how it would feel to have his lips around them.

“Not yet honey, be patient”, he soothes you, “I wanna be patient with you too. Take my time feeling you up. I’ll guide my kisses from your tits to your stomach.”

You can feel them tickle you. He exhales shakily, forcing you to sigh because you could feel the sensation swirl over your skin. Your imagination is driving you insane. It feels so real.

“You’ll look so pretty that I’ll have to hold myself back from waking you forcefully”, he confesses and laughs deeply, “I’ll have such a hard time, but I’ll do it for you.”

“Yoongi please wake me up”, you beg, arching your back.

“Not yet, be patient”, he whispers sweetly.

“Honey”, you sigh, twisting the sheets. You want to touch yourself. You really do. But you hold back because getting lulled into pleasure by Yoongi’s honeyed voice feels incredible. Every single thing he describes feels so real to you. It is as if he was here with you.

“I’ll put my hands on you”, he says, forcing you to gasp. His hands are your weakness. They are always so gentle and always know how to touch you. “I’ll run them up and down your sides while my lips leave kisses on your tummy. And my grip will be strong, but not too strong. I want you to know that I’m here for you, that my hands are made to worship you.”

“They are?” you gasp out.

“Of course they are. They exist to hold you, cherish you”, he lowers his voice, “please you”, he rasps, forcing you to rub your thighs together. “And I’ll run them down to your hips and I’ll make sure that my thumb is digging into your softness.”

“Oh god, so hot”, you whimper, feeling the pressure on your hips as if he was holding you. His hands are so big and strong. They feel so good whenever he uses them to hold a part of you.

“Mhhm I know honey”, he purrs, cursing under his breath, “I’ll let my lips linger on your lower tummy, nibbling on your skin because I’m so hungry for more, but I shouldn’t.”

“You should”, you breathe, “please, you should.”

“But how could I? Mhm? You are sleeping so well and I’m on my knees so fucking greedy for your taste. It would be selfish of me to continue.”

“No it wouldn’t, please Yoongi”, you beg, bucking your hips up in search for his mouth. It doesn’t matter that he wasn’t with you. It feels as if he was. You can feel his hands on your hips and his quickened breathing swirl over your skin and all you want was his tongue between your folds.

“Mhm it wouldn’t”, he repeats, purring deeply as he thinks, “maybe I’ll have to continue then, mhm?”

“Yes please”, you beg, parting your legs.

“Look at you parting your legs”, he rasps, forcing a shiver to run through you. He knows you so well. You whimper, making him chuckle deeply, “I bet you’re dreaming so well right now. Fuck honey, my cock’s so hard because of it. All I want to do is sink into you, but I know that I shouldn’t”, he exhales shakily and continues in a deep rasp, “I’ll place my hands on your inner thighs and part your legs even more for me.”

Your legs follow automatically, parting for Yoongi.

“Then I’ll lower my lips to them. I’ll kiss your skin, suck on it, bite it gently”, he rasps, moaning softly, “you’ll be so soft and warm that I’ll have to squeeze your thighs to control myself. I hope that I won’t be too rough and my fingers will shake as I grip you. I’m just so excited”, he says, laughing breathily.

“Fuck”, you whisper, tensing your thighs.

“I’ll find my path to your pussy naturally. I can’t help it. She’s drawing me in, all I want is a taste of you.”

You feel droplets of excitement pool between your legs because of him. All you want is for him to clean it off. You are so close to getting what you crave the most.

“Look at you”, he whispers and moans, “you’re so wet.”

“I am”, you mewl, “Yoongi, I’m so wet.”

“Of course you are”, he rasps sweetly, “so wet and so beautiful. My mouth is watering instantly and my tongue is itching for a taste. I’ll look at your face again, asking myself if I’m allowed to steal you of your taste.”

“You are, please Yoongi, do it”, you beg, pussy throbbing around nothing.

“Honey”, he moans, “I won’t be able to hold back for long. You are tempting me too much.”

“Please. More.”

“I’ll kiss you.”

“Ah”, you gasp, flinching in reaction.

“Just sweet, loving kisses as my eyes are fixated on your face. You look so beautiful that I feel dizzy. I’m the luckiest man and I exist to treat you as my queen”, he says, voice trembling in pleasure, “I’ll start off at your clit and trail my kisses to your entrance. I’ll use my tongue once I reach it. That first taste always makes me go hazy.”

You moan his name, hips squirming on the sheets. His tongue is parting your folds, drawing circles on your soaked entrance. It’s so warm and wet and so, so soft. You can feel it, having to gasp for air.

“All those sweet noises you start making motivate me to continue. I’ll guide my tongue through your folds and once I’ll reach your clit, I’ll take my fingers and part your pedals for me. Gently and carefully because you deserve to be paid attention to.”

He makes you feel dizzy. You don’t know how to answer him except with little whimpers and needy mewls.

“Once you’re parted, I’ll place the tip of my tongue on your clit and I’ll trace her. I know that you’re always a little too sensitive at first, so I’ll make sure to be careful and slow.”

“I wanna wake up”, you whimper, “please, make me wake up.”

“You want to wake up”, he repeats and hums, “I guess I managed to wake you. Your hips begin squirming so I have to use my hand to pin them down.”

You force your hips into the mattress as if he was pinning you down, moaning his name. It feels so good when he uses his strength on you.

“And you’ll reach for my hair and twist it.”

You twist the sheets as if they were his hair. So soft. You tug on it, chasing his mouth in a needy roll of your hips.

“Yoongi”, you moan.

“Good morning, honey”, he purrs, making you feel as if he is saying it right against your pussy.

“Yoongi, please.”

“Your begging motivates me to continue and so I place my tongue on your clit again and begin swirling it. I know how much you love it when I draw circles with it, so I’ll do that first and I’ll caress your hip with my hand as I do.”

His touch lingers on your skin, soaking into the deepest layers of it. His fingertips are just a little bit calloused from playing the guitar, but he touches you with such tenderness that you don’t even mind. His fingernails barely leave a tickle. He always keeps them short and well cleaned. When you met him, he was still biting his nails, but he overcame that habit. He still likes to keep them short however. For you and your comfort.

“More”, you beg.

“I can feel that you are getting desperate so I’ll change it up. I’ll put the flat of my tongue on your clit and grind it against you slowly. I know that you like it when I purr as I do it, so I’ll do that”, he says and purrs deeply.

Your clit throbs in reaction, sending electricity through your veins. His voice is so deep and sultry. Whenever he moans or purrs against your pussy, you feel lightheaded in bliss.

“Oh god, feels good”, you mewl, gasping for air.

“You’re getting so wet, honey”, he rasps, “I’m getting so desperate because of it, so I’ll begin to grind into the mattress. My cock’s so sensitive that I have to grip your hip for support. I’ll try not to be too rough, but I’ll still end up marking you.”

“Yoongi, I’m dizzy”, you confess, writhing on the sheets.

“Yeah? How are you doing honey? Should I slow down again? Kiss your tummy or your thighs? You know that this is all about you. I'll do whatever you want from me” he tells you in a sweet voice.

“No, please. Please, what are you doing next?” you plead.

“Next? Mhhhm”, he exhales loudly, “I can feel you throbbing under my tongue. Are you sensitive already, mhm?”

“Yeah so sensitive”, you keen, clit throbbing desperately.

“Of course you are. You taste so good that I get greedy. I wrap my lips around your clit and I give her a soft suck. I know that you hate it when I'm too rough, so I'll do it carefully”, he rasps and moans, “it feels so good that I can’t help but moan. You taste so good, honey. I want to keep sucking on your clit as I caress your hip.”

The sensation makes your toes curl. There are only a few things better than having his wet, warm mouth around your clit. The gentle sucks he leaves on it make you so sensitive. You squirm your hips because of it, twisting the sheets. 

“More.”

“You sound so sweet when you beg, I have to obey. I can’t disobey you, you know that I can’t”, he laughs deeply, “so I flick my tongue over your clit and I realise just how swollen you already are. I don’t have to part your pedals anymore, do I?” 

“No, you don’t. No, I’m so swollen”, you mewl, shaking your head. 

“Of course you are. I touch your entrance instead. Just slow circles as I suck on your clit. Can you feel it? My rough fingertips are rubbing against your pussy, but I’m gentle with it. So, so gentle to make sure that it feels good for you.”

“I can. Oh god, I want you inside.”

“You do? Oh honey, that’s all I want”, he confesses and moans, “I slip inside”, he rasps, letting the sentence stand in the silence because it deserves attention. 

“Yoongi, fuck”, you moan, thrusting your hips against nothing. His fingers are so long and thick, stretching you out so well. 

“You're so fucking wet and warm, honey”, he lulls, “you make me moan around your clit. I'm seriously so lucky.”

“Yoongi, your fingers are so long”, you whimper.

“I know they are. I'm curling them to feel for your g-spot. I know that I can find it immediately. I've memorised your body by now. I could do this in my sleep.”

You clench your walls. A hot, addicting fire burns deep inside of you, just as if Yoongi was curling his fingers inside you. 

“I realised just this moment. I didn’t take my wedding ring off. It’s gonna get all dirty now”, he rasps, forcing you to rub your thighs together. This is your weakness. He knows you too well. To have your wedding rings soiled by each other's pleasure always riles you up.

“Are you gonna take it off?”

“Of course not. I go deeper. I want my fingers to be covered in you. I love that. They always smell so good afterwards. So sweet. Fuck honey, I’m so starved for you. I go crazy for you. I can’t help myself.”

“It feels so good”, you sigh, writhing on the sheets.

“It feels amazing for me too. I'm licking your clit as I'm fingering you. I'm so fucking lucky, honey. I want to keep going. I want to please you, honey. That’s all I exist for.”

“Oh god”, you keen, “are you humping the mattress?”

“Of course I am. It’s the only way I can handle it. My cock’s so sensitive, honey. The sheets are so rough on it, but it feels really good as well. I'm thinking about fucking you, but I won’t act on it. Tonight's about you. All about you. So I’m making sure that my tongue does a good job, I’ll be so greedy doing it but I know that you love that.”

“Oh god, Yoongi. Are you, are you fucking, your fingers into me?”

“Yeah? You want me to?”

“Yes please. Fast.”

“Then I’ll do just that. I'll fuck my fingers into you quickly and I'll match the tempo with my tongue. I know you’re into it when I flick my tongue, so I’ll make sure to do just that. It’s fast and I’ll drool all over you, but I know that you want this.”

“Yeah, I want this. Oh god, don’t stop.”

“Of course I'm not stopping, my honey. I've gotten a taste of you and now all I want is to drown in you. You deserve that. You deserve to have your pussy fingered and licked.”

“Oh god, honey. Honey I'm close. You’re so deep.”

“I'm curling my fingers. It forces my palm to press against your pussy. Can you feel the pressure? I'm soothing you by running my other hand up and down your side. I want you to feel comfortable, honey.”

“Keep talking please. What’s your mouth doing?”

“I'm so hungry for your taste. I have to confess, I’m a little sloppy by now”, he laughs lazily, “I can't decide whether to lick or to suck so I’m switching between those two things. I'm sloppy, honey. So sloppy. I can’t help myself.”

“So hot. Yoongi I'm so close.”

“Yeah? You’re close?”

“Yeah…”

“Concentrate on how I make you feel honey. Concentrate on how my tongue traces your clit. It’s wet isn’t it?”

“So wet”, you whimper, “and warm, oh god Yoongi.”

“There we go, keep concentrating on me. You’re doing so well. Concentrate on how I’m moving my fingers. I’m moving them in and out of you, but I’m making sure that I don’t break contact with your g-spot. Can you feel how I’m pressing my fingers against it? I'm rubbing circles on it.”

“Yes”, you mewl, clenching your pussy to get more of the sensation. You are burning up. Any second now and you are crumbling.

“Good job, you’re doing so well”, he praises, “concentrate on my voice. You’re doing such a good job, honey. Such a good job.”

“Oh god Yoongi, I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah? Cum for me, honey. I know you can do it.”

“Yoongi”, you squeak, arching off the mattress as your climax hits you. “oh god, I’m cumming”, you mewl, trembling like crazy.

“Good job, give me everything”, he encourages you, panting heavily, “fuck honey, I’m cumming too”, he croaks and moans, fucking his leaking cock into his own hand.

It should be peculiar to lie here and listen to each other cum on the phone, but it isn’t. It feels intense and leaves you lightheaded in ecstasy. This is really happening and it feels glorious. 

His end of the line is silent once you both come down, only his heavy breathing and little noises of him recovering can be heard. You fill his ears with your happy mewls and gasps for air. He just did that. He made you cum with nothing but his voice. And he made you cum so hard that the sheets are damp.

“How”, Yoongi clears his throat, “how are you doing, honey?” he asks you.

“I don’t know, I’m so dizzy”, you get out.

“Yeah? Do you wanna take a few breaths for me?”

“Yeah.”

Yoongi breathes with you, praising you for doing a good job and lulling you into a state of utter happiness. It is as if he is taking you into his arms and kissing your forehead.

“There we go. How are you feeling now?” he says softly.

“Better”, you say, rolling to your side and pulling your knees to your chest. You can feel the pressure on your pussy. You are so sensitive in overstimulation, “I can’t believe you just did that.”

Yoongi chuckles, “was it as fun as I said it would be?”

“Uh hell yeah it was, duh? What the hell honey, you made me cum with your voice. How did you do that?”

He laughs, “talent”, he says, rolling to his side and pulling his knees to his chest. He rests his hand between his legs, wiggling his toes happily.

“No, that wasn’t talent. That was witchcraft. You’re a witch. I didn’t even have to touch myself and I feel ruined.”

“I know. I told you, you married a genius. I can make you cum so good”, he sounds cocky and quite frankly he can be.

“You’re not wrong. Phew, I won’t recover from that one for a long time.”

He chuckles, “I loved it too”, he says, “I got so into the fantasy. It was so hard not to nut all over my hand.”

“You touched yourself?”

“Yeah, sorry I couldn’t help myself.”

“It's okay. That’s hot”, you assure him, “wah Yoongi, I can’t believe you managed to get me so into it. It was like you were with me. I could feel everything.”

He chuckles lazily, “you're cute”, he says.

“I’m serious. I closed my eyes and it was as if you were really with me.”

“Mh-hm same.”

You and him giggle happily.

“That was the best outcome of this call”, you say.

“Agreed. I’ll fall asleep like a baby now”, he says.

“Honestly me too.”

“Mhm. You should drink water first though. I want you to be hydrated, you’ll wake up with a headache otherwise”, he says.

“I will, honey. You should drink something too”, you tell him.

“I will, don’t worry.”

You sigh contently, Yoongi listens to the sound with a goofy grin on his lips.

“I love you so much, honey”, you say.

“I love you too, honey”, he says. 

“Would it be weird if you stayed on the phone with me as I fall asleep?”

“No, I can’t guarantee that I won’t fall asleep first though. I'm so sleepy.”

“That's okay, it’ll be as if we are falling asleep next to each other.”

“Right”, he agrees, “hopefully I won’t fart and wake you up with it.”

You crack up at his stupid joke, “you're so dumb. It’s not like I'm sleeping next to you all the time. You can’t wake me like that.”

Yoongi snickers, “I know. Sorry, childish joke. I just wanted to hear you laugh. I love it so much when you laugh.”

“You're so cute. I love your laugh too, sugarbutt”, you say, feeling tingly all over. 

Calling your husband was the best idea ever. 

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Meet Me At The Altar

AN: for those that don't know angst is my specialty so be prepared 🤭🤭🤭

Synopsis: Your dream wedding to the love of you life is quickly approaching and you couldn't be happier. Little did you know, Joe hasn't been completely honest with you and you get a lot more than you bargained for when it finally gets revealed

Pairing; Joe Burrow x Reader

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You twirled around to show your mom, older sister, and best friend your wedding dress as final alterations would be made to make sure that it fit you perfectly. You were due to become Mrs. Joseph Lee Burrow in about another month or so and the closer you got to the wedding date, the more that reality was setting in. You had planned out your wedding with your big sister Marlene ever since you were eight years old while she was ten but swore up and down that she would never get married. 

She claimed that boys were too much trouble and maybe she was right.

She had been married before.

And divorced before.

Twice by the age of twenty five.

But you always had hope, and sure enough your dreams came true when you had met Joe and he had swept you off your feet. No one could compare to him and you had even confessed to Marlene that you knew for a fact that he was going to propose to you.

Within three weeks of you telling her that, he did while on a trip for the two of you to the Bahamas.

The engagement would only last a total of eight months with the two of you wanting to walk down the aisle as soon as possible.

You looked over at all three of them to see them handing the box of kleenex to each other as tears brushed the corner of their eyes as they peered up at you.

“So, what do we think?” You asked them as your best friend and maid of honor Camille simply let out a sob.

“Umm, okay, so obviously Camille likes it. Just… girl…. Get yourself together. We have a month to go still. Now mom, Mar?”

“You look absolutely stunning and his jaw will hit the floor once he sees you.” Your mom said as she came over to you and grabbed your hand. She was proud that she raised two daughters who were successful and only wanted the best for the two of you.

“Gorgeous as ever, baby sister. He’s going to really love it. I’m so happy for you. Hopefully this is your first and last marriage. The last thing you want is to be like me and mess up not only once, but twice.”

“Mar, you simply learned a lesson from it. It’s not the fact that you messed up. You truly thought that the both of them were your forever, but it’s their loss anyway. I know how amazing my big sister is even if they don’t.” You said while smiling at her as she came to squeeze your other hand that wasn’t occupied by your mom.

“All they have to do is take in the back a little more and it’ll be a perfect fit.”

You had turned the key into your front door and was met with hearing the sound of the television from the living room. You figured that was where Joe was and you followed the sound to find him knocked out with your puppy Jonah that was a gift for you from Valentine’s Day earlier this year laying at his feet. You took the opportunity to hop into his lap while kissing his cheek. He woke up startled, but immediately relaxed as he saw that it was you and wrapped his arms around you.

“Mmm, when’d you get back, baby?”

“Just now, but you were too busy sleeping to hear me come in.”

“Did everything go okay with your fitting?” Joe asked as he was now massaging small circles along your back and kissed your forehead.

“Yes, and I’m so excited for you to see it. She has to take the back in a little bit at the top and it should be fine.”

“And it’s loose enough so….?”

“I’m not even showing yet so when we want to let everyone know we can, but for now it can stay between us.”

“But we have another month to go.”

“I promise that the design of the dress will make it very hard to tell if anyone is in there.” You said as Joe placed his left hand on your somewhat flat stomach before smiling at you.

“Can’t believe we’re going to be parents too. I couldn’t see myself doing this with anyone else.”

“Me either. Ever since that first date, I couldn't get away from you since.”

“Well, damn. You make it sound like I’m sort of a stalker.” Joe said and you simply laughed.

“You were very persistent I should say.”

“And being persistent led to me finding my wife.”

“And also led to you getting me pregnant.”

“Well it’s not like you exactly said no and you weren’t complaining when I had your legs on my shoulders.”

“Touche, Burrow.” 

“Calling it like I see it, baby.”

As the wedding date got closer, you noticed how Joe seemed like he was distancing himself from you. You just assumed it was because he had a lot going on and wanted to get finished before the two of you walked down the aisle so that all of his focus would be on you and the little life growing inside you. 

But maybe you were overreacting. 

Then again, he would be waking up early and coming home later more frequently. He would always tell you the night before if that would be the case for the following day, however, he hadn’t been doing that either which left you confused.

You knew your fiance inside and out and knew that there was something off about him so you took it upon yourself to send him a text around 3 pm asking him what time you would expect him back home. 

You- Joeyyyyy

He replied about seven minutes later.

Future Hubby- Yes, baby? You okay?

You- I’m fine, when should I expect you? I’m making food for us

Future Hubby- I’ll try to be back around 8 but no promises

You- I’ll expect you at 8 because your future wife hasn’t seen you all day and I miss you so make it happen

Future Hubby- Yes ma’am. You know you’re my priority. I’ll be there as soon as I can

You- Can’t wait 

“Is that her again?” Marlene asked Joe as the two of them were tangled up in her white bedsheets with her laying her head on his chest.

“Yeah, it is. I promised her that I would be back by eight so I need to leave soon.”

“When are you going to leave her? You said that we would be together and you keep putting it off.”

“First of all Mar, I’m cheating on my soon to be wife with her older sister. It’s a little more complicated than that. And when the hell did I ever say that? I never planned on leaving her for you. Let’s be real.”

“How so? And you have said it..”

“Do you not care about your little sister’s feelings at all?” Joe questioned her and she immediately rolled her eyes.

“Well, do you? I see that you’re here in my bed and not at home with her so what does that tell you exactly?”

All Joe did was sigh.

“She’s pregnant Marlene. I’m not about to do that to her.”

“Just pay child support, she’ll be okay. And besides, I’ve been meaning to tell you something.”

“What?”

“I’m pregnant too.”

Joe realized that he had only one month to go before he walked down the aisle to you, he wanted to spend as much time as he could with Marlene. The two of them had been sneaking behind your back for a while and as much as Joe was trying to cut it off, he didn’t have enough strength in him to do it. Something about her kept him wanting more and pulled him back in every single time.

The first encounter happened when she came over to the house, still distraught about her latest divorce being finalized. The two of them had been legally separated and Marlene wanted to see if they would be able to work things out, but it didn’t go like she wanted it to. She was looking for you, but Joe, seeing her so upset, invited her to come in and said that if he could help her in any way to tell him.

He helped her alright.

Making her cum over and over again in the bed that you two shared.

And you had no idea. 

But why would you suspect anything?

She was your older sister, your ride or die, one of your best friends that you trusted with your life so why did she feel the need to go behind your back like this?

Truth be told, she didn’t know why.

You were her baby sister and she would murder anyone who caused or brought any harm towards you, yet she was the main one doing it.

When she thought about it, keeping it a secret from you was the best thing that they could possibly do, but secrets eventually get revealed and she knew that she wasn’t ready to face you. There was no excuse in the world that she could give to you that would make you forgive her and she knew that.

Joe was everything to you and oftentimes you would confide in her about him and about your relationship.

She had never seen you so happy and even though she was happy for you, she couldn’t help but to feel jealous also.

She had already been married and divorced twice.

When was it going to be her turn to feel an ounce of happiness?

Joe was silent for a few minutes while trying to get his thoughts together.

“When did you find out?” Joe asked as he hung his head in disbelief. He could hide a lot of things from you, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to hide an entire human.

“About two weeks ago.”

“How far along are you and are you keeping it?”

Marlene got a confused look on her face and couldn’t believe that he had just asked her that.

“Are you serious? Of course I’m keeping it. And I’m about a month and some change in.”

“And we’re going to explain this to your sister how? Especially if they look like me! And that means you’ll be due before her. Fuck!”

“So I’ll actually get to have your first born and not her. I thought that you would be a little more excited than this.”

“Move so I can get dressed.”

Joe was now sitting across from you eating his dinner in silence and you couldn’t take it anymore. He had been quiet since he had gotten back home, only barely kissing you on the cheek and nothing else. You could tell that something was bothering him and you were going to try your hardest to get it out of him.

“Babe?” You said, but was met with silence.

“Baby?”

Silence.

“Joe?”

Silence.

“Joey?”

Silence.

“JOSEPH!”

“HUH?! What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong is that I’ve been calling you for the last two minutes and all you’re doing over there is staring into space. Baby, what is wrong with you? You’ve been off for these last couple of weeks.”

“I’m sorry, I just…. I’m tired, that's all. Wedding planning is a lot but I wanted to make sure that everything was the way that you wanted.”

“But it’s your wedding too, not just mine.”

“I know, but you know I’ll always do anything that I can to see you smile. I just love you a whole lot and I don’t want you to ever forget that.”

“Why would I ever forget that? And I love you too, more than anything.”

“We never know what tomorrow might bring and you know I’m always going to tell you how much I love you every chance that I get.”

“Are you sure that there’s nothing else bothering you?” You asked, looking across the table at him concerned.

“No, I promise.”

“Okay, well I promised to call Mar before I went to sleep so I’m about to go and do that while you finish.”

“I got it, baby. Just go ahead, I’ll be right behind you.”

“Okay.” You got up from the table while putting your plate and glass in the sink before going over to Joe and leaning down to kiss him. He eagerly kissed you back and it almost seemed as if it was desperate.

Like you were going to disappear into thin air once he broke away from you.

“I love you and I’ll never get tired of saying that, you mean everything to me and I can’t wait to marry you.” You said while smiling at him and running a hand through his hair.

“I love you too and you know that no one else compares to you. Can’t wait to change your last name.”

All you did was smile in return before leaving the kitchen and making your way to your shared bedroom as Joe was trying to come to terms with the mess that he had now made. How could he go into your marriage with this hanging over his head? It was only a matter of time before Marlene said something and he felt as if he had to do it first.

But knowing this, you probably wouldn’t forgive him so the wedding would be off the table. But he knew that you were the one for him and that he didn’t want to marry anyone else. No one else compared to you and he was beside himself thinking about how he had been hurting you these last few months going behind your back with someone who is that close to you. 

He didn’t know what to do and he obviously couldn’t tell anyone about it, so he had to come to a decision by himself.

And time was running out.

It was now two days before the wedding and Camille was trying to whisk you out the door since you would be staying with her until it was time to say ‘I do’. But you were too busy lip locking with Joe.

“Girl, will you come on?! You can have all the kisses you want from your man in two days because I promise you that he’s not going anywhere. JOSEPH! UNHAND HER NOW!”

“Camille, you have always been such a hater.” Joe responded before kissing the side of your mouth and finally letting you go.

“And I’ll be that because you are cutting into our quality girl time.”

All you did was laugh as Joe rolled his eyes.

“I guess I can let you go then. Less than 48 hours until we’re married.”

“I know and it just seems so surreal.”

“Can’t wait for you to meet me at the altar.” Joe whispered to you before placing a kiss on your forehead.

“And I’ll be the one in white.”

“Off-white, baby. Ain’t nothing virgin about your ass.”

“CAMILLE!”

“What? What did I say?”

Camille was now treating you to lunch at one of your favorite restaurants and she could tell that something was off and that you were deep in thought.

“I’ve known you since we were ten and I know you like the back of my hand. Spill it.”

“I…. Joe has been distant this past month and I don’t understand why.”

“Joe? Distant? Are we talking about the same person because? The one who was just all over you literally sucking your face off? That Joe?”

“Yeah, it’s weird. I kept asking him about it and all he said was that he was tired from all the things that we had to do for the wedding but it was weird. I could tell that he was hiding something because then he said something along the lines of for me to never forget how much he loves me and he’s always going to show that he does.”

“Hmm cold feet, you think?”

“No, that’s not it. But something is definitely off with him.”

“You’re probably thinking into this too much, babe. That man loves you and absolutely worships the ground that you walk on. Anytime you walk into a room, I swear his face lights up. He probably has wedding jitters. Everything is going to be fine.”

“You’re probably right, I just don’t want to lose him.”

“And you’re not going to. If he ever hurts you, you know me and Marlene will kick his ass. Now let’s go and get you married.”

“You look absolutely amazing.” You hear your mother say from behind you as she caught your eye in the mirror.

“Thank you, mom. Can’t wait for the rest of our lives together.” You said as you felt the tears coming on, but immediately heard Camille screech.

“NO! DO NOT CRY YET! YOU CAN ONLY CRY WHEN YOU SEE JOE! DO NOT MESS UP MY WORK WITH YOUR EMOTIONS! HOLD IN TOGETHER FOR ANOTHER TWO MINUTES.”

“Damn, who are you? The crying police?”

“I will stab you with my makeup brush, but I don’t think that your husband will appreciate that, but don’t push me Y/N!”

“Just for that I’m crying right when the music starts.”

“Make sure you don’t ugly cry. That won’t be cute for the wedding photos.”

Next thing you knew, it was time to walk down the aisle to your forever love.

With your arm locked with your fathers, you heard the wedding march and slowly began to make your ways towards Joe. When he looked up and saw you, his jaw immediately hit the floor. Once you finally reached him, your dad placed a kiss on your cheek before placing your hand in Joe’s who then brought it up to his lips to place a light kiss on it. 

Even now with him standing in front of you, you could tell that something was off. You figured that it would have gone away by now, but something was wrong and today was going to be the day that you got it out of him and wouldn’t be taking no for an answer. The last thing that you wanted was for your marriage to start out with the two of you keeping secrets from each other. 

But little did you know that he was about to tell you and that he was going to do it when you least expected it. 

When it was time to say his vows, Joe looked at you and saw how you were looking up at him with so much admiration and he knew. He knew at that moment that he had to come clean and would deal with the consequences later. 

As the preacher looked towards Joe for him to say ‘I do.’ he said something else instead.

“I… I can’t say that until I tell you something.”

Your cheeks started to get hot and your heart rate had increased. You looked up at him in a state of panic and rightfully so.

But then you heard Marlene’s voice behind you. 

“He’s been sleeping with me for the last four months and got me pregnant.”

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[gabessquishytum]

Roomates AU

Hob is a fetish content creator & Dream is his new (very sheltered) roommate, they hit it off when Dream answered the ad for a roommate -- Dream was looking for a city apartment where he could do his art (without family judgment) and Hob was looking for someone to replace Cori who bugged out.

Hob's camboy job didn’t really come up when he was talking to Dream about the room; just the fact that right now, as Hob is going for his masters, and Hob was working from home as time allows. Also, that sometimes Hob gets packages, and Dream can just put them on the table for Hob to grab when he gets home.

Dream really likes Hob (yes, alright he has a pretty strong crush.) But Hob is so worldly and comfortable with himself (and his sexuality). Dream is still figuring out who he is without his smothering family. And after Dream finds out what Hob's job actually is (and after he watches all the videos twice soooooo. many. times.) He knows that Hob wouldn't find him interesting or some one to date.

Of Course, Dream. Couldn't. Be. More. Wrong! Hob thinks Dream is amazing and would love to be with him.

Awww absolutely yes!! Confident Hob having a crush on shy Dream melts my heart.

I quite like the idea of Hob being very chatty on his streams (not sure why but I'm imagining him as a very subby sub, lots of humiliation kink, degradation, dacryphilia...), and then one day he starts talking about his roommate!!! Dream is so dumb he assumes that Hob is just making it up for the content. But no, Hob is actually talking about Dream. About how he's so pretty and perfect and Hob wants nothing more than to bend over and be his whore. How his roommate is so sheltered and prim and surely he'd never want a dirty slut like Hob.

It's all absolutely true, and Hob actually has a lot of very tender feelings about Dream. He loves living with him, having dinners, playing games, coparenting their fish. He doesn't want to ruin it and he does genuinely think that Dream might reject him because of his career ://

Finally Dream has an OH SHIT moment and bursts into Hob’s room while he's in the middle of streaming. Hob is there speechless in his pink booty shorts while Dream stutters that he likes Hob’s sluttiness, actually, and would very much like to experience it in person. Hob has never ended a stream faster in his LIFE.

Next week he'll have so many dirty details to spill about his hot roommate. Dream might be questioning some stuff still, but that doesn't mean he's not skilled. Hob has a thoroughly spanked arse that he's very ready to show off for his viewers!!!

[valeriianz]

Dreamling Week June 7: 'Fake Dating' | human au

This was a mistake.

Dream sits outside the fitting room, back against a mirror as he waits for Hob to come out and show him his next choice. They were going to a wedding together, which in itself was fine, but the context behind it…

Dream should have said no. Should have scathingly told Hob to grow a pair and just deal with his family’s judgment. It wasn’t a bad thing to be single, but apparently in Hob’s family, being single at 35 years old, and for the past nine years, was a problem. 

Dream had often wondered how Hob had remained single for such a long time, he knew his friend was a catch. Charismatic, wicked smart, and roguishly handsome to boot. Dream couldn’t deny how he’d often catch himself staring at Hob, looking twice at him when they went out with friends, his smile wide and posture loose from a couple drinks. Or while Dream would help him build lesson plans, peeking sideways as Hob’s glasses began to slip down his nose and his hair would fall in his face. 

Or while he was trying on suits for his cousin’s wedding. Where they would be attending as a couple.

“Hob…” Dream had given him a flat look, controlling his features into something unreadable while his heart threatened to burst from his chest. “This is absurd. Could we not attend as we are– as friends?”

“That’s the easiest part!” Hob’s eyes were wide and imploring. “We’re already friends! They won’t even question it.”

And then he’d gone on a tirade that Dream was quite familiar with, having been Hob’s friend for so long, about how his family had moved on from being subtle to outright dogging Hob about his love life. Why hadn’t he settled down yet? Who was going to continue the Gadling name, if not their only son? At your age… With your talents and charms… Such a waste… on and on and Hob, understandably, was sick of it.

Any further complaints had died on Dream’s tongue. He should have tried harder to convince Hob that this was a stupid idea. That his family’s opinion didn’t matter. That Hob should keep living as he had been in spite of it all. Because honestly, in what universe could this possibly work? How does this not end with Dream vulnerable and weak and wanting?

Because Dream was head over heels obsessed with Hob. No, he wouldn’t say the L word. It wasn’t like that. He knew better than to fall into that trap again. It was easier, somehow, to be a little more deranged about it. A little unhinged… delusional.

Especially as he watched Hob walk out of the little changing room for the third time now, eyes stuck on the jacket around Hob’s shoulders, broad and strong, accentuating the lines of his arms and back, cinched slightly at the waist. His thoughts tripping and staggering as Hob’s long legs move to a full length mirror across from Dream, unashamedly staring at Hob’s thighs, firm and thick, and up to his ass, which the dark blue slacks hugged so well. 

Hob is pulling on the collar, turning this way and that, oblivious to the war raging inside of Dream.

“I don’t know about this one…” Hob is murmuring, tugging now on end of the sleeves. “Not sure if blue is my color.”

Blue is absolutely Hob’s color. Dream wants to say how fetching it looks against Hob’s golden brown skin, how it makes him look regal yet soft. How great it would look on the floor of the hotel room they would be staying at– oh fuck, Dream had forgotten about that. They’d be sharing a room.

Dream stood just as Hob kicked a leg out, looking down.

“And the pants are too long.”

“We can get that hemmed,” Dream kept his face impassive as he stepped up behind Hob, briefly meeting his eyes in the mirror before looking at the jacket.

He brushed his hands across Hobs shoulders, dusting off invisible lint, then down his back, straightening out invisible wrinkles. Before looking up again at the floor length mirror across from them.

They are nearly of height, Dream has maybe half an inch on Hob and can see how he stands behind Hob in the reflection. Can see how Hob has stilled and his eyes locked onto his. How he is staring back at Hob, his pupils shaking slightly, like he’s staring at something delicious. Dream swallows, letting his imagination wander.

He thinks about pressing up against Hob’s back, so his groin would slip comfortably against that perfectly round ass, how it might feel to get his hands on Hob’s waist, pulling so he could feel the way Hob’s shoulders fit atop Dream’s chest.

How Dream’s hands would slip around to Hob’s front, getting his fingers inside the fitted jacket and pressing them incessantly– intentionally, along the soft cotton of the white button down, how Hob’s skin might feel against it. How Dream’s hands would trail up to his chest, undoing those buttons as he went, revealing the thick dark hairs there and getting briefly distracted enough to comb his fingers through that mane, tilting his head to growl in Hob’s ear as he tightened his fingers and pulled just to hear what noise Hob would make in return. 

And while Dream’s lips were at Hob’s ear, he’d trail them down to his neck, biting into the unmarked flesh, tasting the salt and aftershave with his tongue, peppering kisses even lower as he pulled the fabric of the shirt and jacket off his shoulders completely and imagining the eager, wanton grown that would tumble from Hob’s lips as he tilted his head back, getting his own hand around the back of Dream’s head to pull him in for a sloppy kiss–

Dream blinked and found himself still standing behind Hob, who was fully dressed and looking back at him and– was he breathing heavy?

The daydream only lasted a second, just a flash of a fantasy Dream indulged in, but now he wonders if he’d been too obvious. He’s staring back at Hob, pupils dilated and lips parted slightly, like a panting dog about to pounce.

Dream clears his throat and looks down the length of the mirror, accidentally settling them on the seat of Hob’s pants and distractedly averting his gaze again to Hob’s back, the dark blue fabric before him.

“You look good, Hob.” Dream manages to force the words out, his voice lower than usual, hungry. “I think this is the one.”

“Yeah.” Why does Hob sound breathless? “Yeah I like this one.”

Dream nods and forces every cell in his body to step back, away from Hob and allow him to turn back to the fitting room. He keeps his gaze down, waiting until Hob is conveniently out of sight before he allows the heat he can feel crawling up his neck to make its way to his face.

[for @watercubebee and our shared obsession with seeing Hob in nice clothes and wanting Dream to tear them off of him *handshake*]

[kess-in-the-perthchimzone]

Kang’s bids for affirmation

Since Kang and Sailom officially got together, I think Kang would leap to say that he’s happier than he’s ever been and that he feels loved and supported; I’m kind of shocked he hasn’t gone so far as to say that Sailom ‘completes him’ or is his ‘other half’ as those seem like the kind of ridiculously romantic things he likes. In the past two episodes, we’ve repeatedly seen him giggling and throwing out ridiculous pick up lines and draping himself over Sailom like an eager puppy.

But what’s stuck with me is the sheer number of times Kang has now asked Sailom for emotional validation. A little out of order—

First, the moment above. He was happy being cheesy and then abruptly got serious when he asked “Do you love me?” He even followed up to make sure Sailom understood he meant it:

He often asks questions like this, although that was probably the most explicitly he’s worded it to date:

(There is more happening in this ^ particular scene but he’s throwing Sailom’s own words back at him, so it’s clear he needs Sailom’s assurance specifically)

Those are all emotional bids. He also makes frequent requests for physical affection (asks for consent to be intimate), which are undeniably related on some level — but he’s also a teenage boy who wants to touch his boyfriend so they stand a little apart! I only captured two screenshots as I wasn’t initially looking for this so I know I’m missing more:

What all these asks tell me is that on some subconscious level Kang has recognized that Sailom is maintaining walls beyond them and it is making him anxious.

One of those walls came down last week when they had sex (putting in a screenshot just because I can and because I’m in love with this scene):

The bigger emotional walls — the ones that will be harder for to Kang recognize, let alone vocalize — remain, however.

The closest Sailom has come to admitting the depth of his feelings (that we’ve seen, not including the offscreen discussion about how long Sailom has liked him that I am STILL SALTY about missing) are these two moments:

But the first was truly a crisis situation. And the second one is a metaphor! He is not using the word “I” anywhere in there. He’s still keeping his feelings at a distance.

While Sailom is happy to be supportive and affectionate in many ways — cheering Kang on at football, coming on this trip with him, giving him so, so many hugs — those times are always focused on Kang. If Kang needs him for reasons that don’t have to do with their relationship, Sailom is there.

But Sailom has not given Kang the opportunity to repay that in any way (yet!). He pretty consistently acts like he does not need anything from Kang. He doesn’t admit to fears or insecurities or anything that makes him vulnerable.

In that very first scene above, Sailom never says “yes, I do love you”. He doesn’t even take a bite of the fruit Kang offers. Although he very much plays it off as a joke, this is what he says:

He’s now turned down Kang’s concerns about his debts twice. The first time, he left a door open — he focused it on his concerns about Kang giving up his football dreams and Kang was able to take comfort in the idea there was still a path for him to help Sailom:

The second time bears a deeper look because I think it genuinely upset Kang.

When they arrive at Khorat, Kang says this:

WE are super rich. He thinks of them as a package duo. What’s mine is yours.

But when Sailom shuts him down, he says this, with no further explanation:

Essentially — no, it’s YOUR money. (We are not a team in this)

And watch Kang. He physically recoils. He opens and closes his mouth like he wants to say something. And he’s silent for a pronounced period of time.

You can see him starting to think something along the lines of “I love you so much, why won’t you let me show you that?”

And then he asks what is an objectively bizarre question after Sailom has just TURNED DOWN HIS MONEY — ‘would you like me if I didn’t have any money’. He is starting to recognize that he needs more from Sailom — things he isn’t fully ready to put into words — and it misfires as this. It really feels — to me — like Sailom has been trying to prove, whether to himself or to Kang, that if he didn’t have Kang he would be “fine”. That he is self-sufficient and he could make his own way in the world.

On some level, this is admirable. But on another level, it’s drive by fear. He’s so scared of losing Kang that he’s actively keeping him at arm’s length.

And Kang is noticing.

When Sailom finally willingly lets Kang in — because he has to — I think he’s terrified that it’s going to scare Kang off. Instead, Kang is going to be so desperately grateful for the opportunity to be there for him. What Sailom thinks will ruin them will only heal an ever-increasing divide between them. It’s going to be beautiful to see.

[megxplryxb]

Dance With Me Forever

Steve Harrington x Fem!HopperReader

Absolute Fluff

Warnings: None

The hot summer sun had finally set on a beautiful Saturday evening in the middle of July. The sound of champagne glasses clinking echoed through the romantic lake house ballroom, lit up in pinks and purples as guests celebrated the marriage of Jim Hopper and Joyce Byers. The couple finally deciding to tie the knot after Vecna had been defeated, ending the nightmare of the Upside Down once and for all.

It had been a long four years, continuously battling monsters from another dimension, always wondering when evil would rear it’s ugly head again but this time felt different, like there was finally peace in the mystical little town of Hawkins, Indiana.

The last few years had changed no one more than Steve Harrington. Long gone was the arrogant, rich boy you’d known in High School, having been cut off by his parents and left heartbroken by Nancy Wheeler. He had become somewhat of an outcast. Never in a million years did he imagine his life turning out like it had. Steve always thought he’d end up like his Father, marrying some girl for convenience instead of love, being nothing more than a suit for some company and have a mistress in every city he traveled to. Steve was more than grateful he hadn’t gone down the same path and he definitely had you, Robin and the kids to thank for that.

He was sat at a table with Robin, Vickie, Eddie, Chrissy and Nancy, all of whom were engrossed in conversation about how sweet Hopper’s speech had been and how emotional it was when the Chief of Hawkins shed a few tears while gushing about his new Wife, your new Stepmom. Steve couldn’t exactly say he had heard much of Jim’s speech himself, too busy gazing at you sitting at the top table with your family, laughing with your siblings, El, Will and Jonathan. He hadn’t seen you all day as you were too busy doing bridesmaid duties, making sure everything was perfect for the ceremony but when you walked up the aisle following closely behind El, holding your bouquet of flowers, smelling of lavender, he swore his heart stopped when you looked his way and smiled at him. You were breathtaking, literally and figuratively, the girl of his dreams. Eddie had teased his friend for how red his cheeks had gotten, knowing that the former King of Hawkins was head over heels for you and that you felt the same about Steve. Chrissy had intervened, telling her boyfriend to lay off with the teasing but she too secretly wondered why Steve didn’t just tell you how he felt.

It’s not that Steve didn’t want to tell you, he’d almost told you twice before on the brink of death. The first time being when you were stuck in the Russian base under the Starcourt mall, the second time being when you were all preparing to battle Vecna for the final time. But he’d made a promise to your Dad two years prior, after that night in the Junkyard when you first became friends that friendship was all it was ever going to be between you. Steve didn’t blame Hopper for wanting better for his daughter, didn’t blame Jim for thinking he was exactly like his Dad back then. But he wished the Chief of Hawkins could see him for who he was now and not the asshole he was four years ago.

After dinner was done and all the pictures had been taken, you took yourself out to the garden with a glass of champagne in hand, glancing at Steve before you made your escape outside. He looked so handsome in his tux, the tux you’d helped him pick out several weeks ago when he asked you to go shopping with him. You hadn’t spoken to him all day, having been avoiding him like the plague for the better part of a week when he mentioned that he was planning to bring a date to the wedding. You had tried your best to not let it bother you, the thought of Steve with some pretty girl on his arm while you were all alone and you’d be lying if you said you weren't just a tiny bit relieved when he'd shown up by himself.

You knew your Father had spoken to Steve about you, warned him against asking you out on several occasions and even though you were angry that Steve obeyed him, it kind of made you love him even more, because the Steve you'd known in High School wouldn't have been so respectful. Sometimes, late at night when you couldn’t sleep, you wished he’d climb through your bedroom window so you both could give in to your feelings just one time.

As Joyce danced with her new Husband, she couldn't help but frown at Steve who was standing talking to Murray at the bar. He'd left his table to get another drink after the meal, not wanting to be surrounded by all the happy couples while he not so secretly pinned for you. Joyce had always liked Steve, saw the goodness in him that her Husband couldn't and she knew how the both of you felt about each other. It was pretty obvious to everyone.

"Hop, are you ever going to give that poor kid a break?" She asks as Hopper let out a heavy sigh, knowing exactly who she was referring to.

"Joyce, please not tonight, it's our wedding for Christ sakes." He begs as his new wife nodded in agreement. It wasn't the first time they'd discussed this matter.

"Exactly! It's a day full of love and happiness and your daughter is out there miserable and alone because she's terrified to talk to the boy she's crazy about in case she upsets you!" She huffs, frustrated at the Chief's stubbornness.

"Oh come on, I'm not that bad!" He defends as Joyce rolls her eyes. "What about the crap you pulled on Mike when he and El got together? The kid thought you were going to murder him Jim.”

"But I didn't! See, he's alive and well, having a great time!" Jim points to his younger daughter and her boyfriend dancing with their friends.

"And what about Steve, huh? When are you going to admit that you were wrong about him?" The bride asks, raising her brows.

"Joyce...."

"Jim Hopper, that boy has helped save our children's lives more times than I care to count. He would do anything for that girl, he’s shown it time and time again. You know he’s nothing like his Dad. They love each other, Jim. So quit being a god damn pain in the ass and go talk to him, please?" Joyce begs, giving her Husband a small, hopeful smile as he closes his eyes and sighs heavily.

"Alright."

Steve is nursing a glass of champagne, trying to block out Murray's ramblings when he see's Hopper approaching him at the bar. Jim lets out a small cough, before giving Murray a nod to give them a minute alone and Steve nervously waits for Jim to speak.

"Oh shit, what'd you do?" Murray mutters to Steve before downing his glass of whiskey, giving him a hopeful pat on the back before going to talk to the new Mrs. Hopper.

Jim leans back against the bar, fixing his suit jacket as he tries to think about what to say the boy beside him. He knows he should apologise for being an asshole to him but it's his wedding day and he wasn't apologising to anyone. Not today at least.

"Harrington, why is my daughter out there by herself?" He asks, pointing to you, still strolling through the garden alone.

"I uh, I don't know Sir, I haven't talked to her all day." Steve replies, wondering if this was some kind of trick.

"Well, maybe you should be a gentleman and go keep her company, huh?" The Chief suggests and Steve is really suspicious now.

"I'm sorry, I can't tell if you're being serious or not?" Steve questions honestly, not trying to offend your Dad in any way.

"When am I not serious about anything that has to do with my daughters?" He asks, looking straight at Steve. "Never, sir." He answers.

There's silence for a moment as the two most important men in your life pause to look at you. You look back at them, astounded that they seem to be having a conversation without your father looking like he was going to kill Steve.

"Do you love my daughter, Steve?" Jim asks, both of them still watching you in the distance. Hopper already knows the answer, he’s known it for quite sometime. He saw how Steve protected you during the battle in Starcourt, heard about how he looked after you and El when everyone thought he was dead. He’d have to thank him for that one day but not now. This was hard enough.

Steve didn’t have to think twice before answering the question, even if it meant getting choked out or knocked out by Jim Hopper.

"More than anything." Steve admits, smiling brightly as his heart swells with adoration for you. Hopper nods then, placing an approving hand on Steve's shoulder.

"Then go make her happy." He says, giving the boy the smallest of smiles as Steve makes his way towards the garden.

"Hey, Harrington!" Jim yells, as Steve looks back at him, hoping it wasn't really a trick all this time. "You're a good kid." He admits, as the boy nods an appreciative thank you, finally making his way out to you.

Joyce smiles at Steve as she walks towards her Husband, wrapping her arms around him tightly, before kissing him. "You're a good man, Jim Hopper."

Steve can hear his heart beating out of his chest as he approaches you. The moonlit sky making your skin glow as you look up at the twinkling stars above. Your hair which had been in an up-style all day was now hanging below your shoulders and Steve thought you had never looked more beautiful than right now.

"Hey stranger, I haven't seen you in a while." You smile, turning to greet him, embracing him in a warm hug.

"I know, I haven't seen you in a few days. I missed you, Hopper." He admits, as you smile again, blushing. "I missed you too, Harrington."

The song inside changes to Take My Breath Away by Berlin and Steve knows it's one of your favourites, he bought you the album for your birthday and it's still the most played tape in your car. You both watch as everyone begins to fill the dance floor back inside the lake house and Steve swallows hard before extending his hand to you.

"Will you dance with me, out here?" He asks as you nod your head, happily reaching for his hand as he pulls you in closer to him. You nervously wrap an arm around Steve's broad shoulders, inhaling his cologne and shampoo all at once. He always smelled so good. He places his other hand gently on the small of your back, intertwining your fingers together as you begin to dance slowly to the music playing inside. There was silence for a few moments before Steve cleared his throat to speak again.

"You know, I really could’ve used you at our table earlier. Nancy ditched us to sit with Jonathan the minute the speeches were over, so I got stuck with all the loved up couples, it was totally awful.” He jokes, referring to Eddie, Chrissy, Robin and Vickie.

"I thought you were going to bring a date?" You question, trying to hide the jealousy in your voice when you ask.

"Oh yeah, I was thinking about asking someone but I didn't in the end." He frowns and you bite your lip, wanting to know more.

"Why not?"

"Cause her Dad would've kicked my ass." He replies, as you let out a small giggle. Stomach filling with butterflies as he gazes at you.

“That’s too bad, I have a feeling she would’ve said yes.” You whisper in his ear, leaning your head on his shoulder as he mumbles “The ass kicking would’ve been worth it.”

"I saw him talking to you, thought you were a goner for sure." You tease as Steve shakes his head.

"I knew I'd be ok, too many witnesses around." He jokes, as you both laugh.

"I'd have come to your rescue eventually, if i thought it looked like you were in trouble, you know?" You admit and he nods his head gratefully.

"I know, honey." Honey. Was he trying to kill you?

"Seriously though, he didn't upset you, did he?" You ask as you continue to dance to the music.

"No actually, the total opposite." Steve smirks as you scrunch your nose.

"What do you mean?"

"He asked me why you were out here alone, told me to come and keep you company." He revealed as your eyes widened in surprise.

“Really?”

"I know, I was shocked too but I think Joyce said something to him because she was giving him the death stare the whole time he was talking to me." Steve chuckles and you remind yourself to thank your Stepmom later.

"He asked me something else too." Steve states, swinging you around.

"Oh god, what was it?" You ask, still spinning.

"He wanted to know if I was in love with his daughter." He says, as you fall back in to him in shock, placing your hands on his chest as he wraps his arms around your waist. You feel sick with excitement, like a kid at Christmas about to unwrap her presents under the tree.

“And…what did you tell him?”

“That I do, more than I’ve ever loved anybody.” Steve admits as your eyes begin to water. “I love you too.” You reveal, trying to hold back your tears as Steve cups your face gently, placing his forehead lightly against yours.

“You look so beautiful, honey. Christ, I could just marry you right now.”

“Careful Harrington, a few more compliments like that and I might just have to kiss you.” You whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck as he hovers his lips over yours.

“Yeah, I’m sort of counting on it.” Steve says, finally crashing his lips with yours.

[haveyouanytime]

based on "i brought you flowers." "for what?" "there has to be a reason?" by @novelbear ♡ tommy miller, pre-outbreak (2003)

also, i'm aware tommy doesn't get facial hear until after the outbreak, but please hear me out and work with me !

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You were sprawled out on your couch, mindlessly watching a reality TV show as you waited for Tommy to get home. You were familiar with his late nights working with his brother, his 9-5 seemed to stretch past the evening hours far too often. Usually, you’d watch Sarah for Joel and relive your teenage days with the young girl, but she was over at a friend’s tonight, leaving you in the company of America’s two finest trust fund princesses on-screen.

Not long after the clock struck 9:00, the door made the familiar noise of keys entering the lock. The door hinges squeaked, followed by a sigh from your boyfriend. You stood from the couch, ready to greet Tommy after his long day of work, but as you walked into the entryway, you were surprised to see him with a gift in his hands. 

In his hands sat a bouquet of pink tulips. Lined with butcher’s paper and furnished with a matching pink ribbon, the arrangement was a surprise on a normal day. You froze, your eyes stuck on the bouquet. 

His voice pulls you out of your frozen state, his boots clicking against the hard wooden floor. He smiles, handing you the bouquet with a large giddy smile much like a teenage boy at prom. “I brought you flowers.” 

“For what?” You ask, softly smiling as you take the bouquet in your hands. Tulips, he remembered, were your favorite. Your heart felt warm and your knees felt weak-- he really was the man of your dreams.

And as if you weren’t already swooning, he shrugged off his jacket while answering, “There has to be a reason?” You sighed, watching as he hung up his coat, fighting off the urge to just drop to your knees in front of him. 

“How did you get these, babe? Isn't everything closed already?” You asked, your voice soft as you were sure your eyes showed every emotion you were feeling at the moment. 

“Got them when I took lunch, they’ve just been sitting in my truck. Been waiting to give them to you all day.” He smiles, sliding off his boots and dropping them with a thump underneath the coat rack. Just as he turned to you again, you moved the bouquet to one hand to place your other on the back of his head, placing your lips on his in a heartfelt kiss as your hand ran through his dark curls. He was surprised, but quickly closed his eyes as he placed his rough hands on your waist. His mustache tickled your upper lip, making you smile into the kiss. 

Just as you pulled away from the kiss, Tommy had a soft, loving smile on his lips. “I lied, actually. There is a small reason for the flowers.” 

You smiled, deciding to tease him as you walked away into the kitchen to put the flowers into a vase. “What, from all the times I bailed you out of jail after your bar fights even though we were only dating a few weeks?” 

Tommy scoffed, an airy laugh slipping past his lips as he followed you, watching as you kneeled to reach inside one of the lower cabinets to fish out a vase. “No, not exactly. That was only twice, anyway. ...actually, maybe it blends in with the reason.” He sees a pot atop the stove, his brows furrowing as his mind made connections; you often made dinner when he was late at work, but it seemed like tonight you waited for him to show-- evident by the amount left. His gaze falls back to you, asking, “Have you eaten?” 

You shake your head, beginning to cut the stems of the tulips. “I was waiting for you.” You said it so matter-of-factly as if it was obvious that you would wait for him. It was like you didn’t even realize how you made his heart swell, continuing to move along and fill the vase with water and put the flowers in. Just as you so delicately wrapped the ribbon that tied the butcher paper shut around the vase, he spewed out his words.

“Sometimes I feel like you’re too good for me, and that I don’t appreciate you enough. I know you’re tired from your own day at work, but you always stay up to wait for me even though neither of us know when Joel’ll finally call it quits. You make dinner for two, always, but sometimes I can’t touch it ‘till the next morning-- and even now, you waited up for me to eat.” He spoke, his brows furrowing as he stepped over to you, looking into your eyes, “I know I can’t sleep anymore without feeling you beside me in the bed, and I don’t think I could so much as button my shirt in the morning if you weren’t there just to watch. Hell, you’re the most patient person I know; anyone would’ve run the other way if I called asking for help to bail me out within the first month. And you watch Sarah for Joel without him even asking and she adores you. She asked me when I’m gonna marry you, and it made me realize, I don’t know why I haven’t yet.” 

Caught without words, you simply stare up at Tommy with dewy eyes and parted lips. You slowly and gently grab his hand, feeling how rough it was from his manual labor, especially against your soft skin. You bring it up to your mouth, placing soft kisses onto his rough knuckles. As you turn his hand, your lips travel down to his callouses that turn his sun-kissed skin a worn shade, then his palm. You whisper against his skin, “I wanna marry you, too.” 

His brows furrow as he can feel himself melt. He moves his hand to cup your face, his other wrapping around your waist as he connects your lips to his. You kiss him back with just as much gentleness, resting your hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. His hand that cupped your cheek slipped to hold the back of your neck, tilting your head back so he could move closer, removing any possible space between you as he kissed you deeper. 

As Tommy pulls away, you two breathe heavily to catch the breath that the kiss took. He rests his forehead against yours, softly speaking, “I’ll get the ring, as soon as I can.” 

You softly smile, throwing your arms around his neck to tightly hug him. He wraps his arms around your torso, holding you just as close. “I love you.” You whisper, feeling the stubble on his cheek press against your neck. One of your hands moved to hold the back of his neck, a gesture to keep him close as you felt his dark curls brush against your fingers. 

“I love you, too.” He whispers back, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. He was your Tommy— sweet and tender even after an almost 12-hour shift. You placed one more kiss onto his cheek, before grabbing two bowls from the cabinet so you both could eat. 

Just as you took the lid off of the pot to fill the two bowls, Tommy caught a glimpse of the TV from over the kitchen island. “Is this that stupid Paris Hilton show?” He smirked, raising his brow as he looked from the TV back to you. 

“Hey, she and Nicole are good company.” You softly laughed, playfully pushing at his chest. He was definitely your Tommy— sweet, tender, and a bit of an ass. 

[discodeviant]

[AO3]

They've been dating for a week, give or take. Billy called himself Steve's boyfriend once, like, a month ago, but said he was kidding when Steve stopped blinking. Then Steve did the same. "You're my boyfriend, come on, it'll be nice."

So, yeah, they're dating, and now they're counselors at Dustin's stupid summer camp because he talked Steve into going with him this year, and Billy doesn't want to waste a goddamn second of his summer without the boy he'd been chasing for a year straight.

Sneaking around is easy when they're both experienced for vastly different reasons. They take a tent into the woods one night and get back to the cabins before morning. Share a bed when no one's looking. A shower once or twice.

And then the counselors have an adults-only night in front of the bonfire once the kids have gone to sleep, decide to play Truth or Dare because it's fun and scandalous.

It's Billy's turn. He chooses dare because he never turns down a challenge.

A blind kiss. Put on a blindfold, spin ten times, kiss whoever he stumbles into. Can't chicken out or choose the hottest girl with the most makeup and biggest tits because that's cheating.

And, well...

Billy doesn't like to play fair either.

So he drops his bandana over his eyes, lets Kevin Something-or-Other spin him around until he's off balance. Everyone's waiting for him to crash into someone, or for someone else to let him fall flat on his stupid, sexy, California face.

Steve's heart hasn't beat this hard since the first cigarette they shared, and Billy can smell his jealous anxiety like a bloodhound.

He knows his pretty boy's scent anywhere. Knows where his cologne ends and the next girl's perfume begins even after three days in the woods. Knows the sound of his breaths when they stutter and hope for something that he thinks is too good for him.

So Billy doesn't crash.

No, he stands tall and feels the ground with the thin, flat sole of his old, worn Converse shoe. He remembers that Steve is sitting on the log to the left of the one a little higher up than the others. He takes his time, deliberate to him, teasing and putting on a show for his peers, scaring Steve shitless because he still doesn't know whether Billy has decided that he's not worth his time by now.

And the closer Billy gets to him, the harder his heart pounds, the hotter his face feels. So goddamn close, so fucking close to falling into that girl who's been making eyes at him since camp started. And she's still eyeing him, leaning in Billy's favor in case the girl next to her—Emma or something—will give her what she wants.

And the closer Billy gets, the more he can smell Steve's insecurity. Steve's months-long crush that finally, finally came to something, and the fear that he'd have his heart broken again.

But Billy knows his pretty boy, his pretty boy's faded hairspray, his pretty boy's want—his need—to make goddamn sure Billy's still his. The air around him is tense, and Billy can feel the knotting between his shoulders from three steps, two steps, one step away.

Billy's hands reach out and find the head of hair he's felt and smelled and tasted so much already, and he leans down to kiss the lips he's dreamed about since last Halloween, has kissed some-hundred times.

Steve's heart nearly stops.

He doesn't lurch forward and pull Billy in as much as he really, desperately fucking wants to; instead he sits still, lets Billy hold both sides of his face, kiss him as tenderly as he always does with the tip of his tongue to taste what he hasn't for hours.

The others laugh and gasp and clap, and Billy takes his blindfold off with a wink, promises silently to make it up to Steve for scaring him later when they're alone.

Later, Steve asks, "Seriously, could you see? How did you—"

"Baby," Billy says, "I wouldn't be caught dead kissing anybody else." They whisper even in their solitary tent, under an unzipped sleeping bag, tangled up in each other. "I like you too much."

Steve just sighs and kisses him again, and again, and again, and again, and Billy kisses him back twice as hard, rolls on top of him, kisses him some more.

"You're mine, Harrington," he says, and Steve pulls him in by the waist, smiling against his mouth, and he is so happy.

"All yours?"

"All mine."

[sunflowervoltwentyeight]

Happy 28th! Here's my June 2023 fic rec, organized in the order I read them. Enjoy!

Sun Means The Sky'll Be Blue by pearlydewdrops / @moonhusbands (91k)

As the only singleton under thirty attending his cousin's five-day wedding, Harry is desperate to find a date, or at least a reason to get people's questions about his love life off his back. So when Louis, Harry's old uni roommate and fellow wedding attendee waltzes back into his life, Harry seizes the opportunity, pretending Louis is his ex-boyfriend and that it's a sore subject not to be mentioned.

If it's a little bit closer to the truth than Harry would like, well, he's a master at living in denial.

So cue a mess of trudged-up feelings, past misunderstandings, a rekindled summer romance and a whole lot of sexually-charged bickering.

Becoming Us by sweariwouldnt (59k)

Married at First Sight is a television show in which hopefuls looking for The One are matched by experts deeming them to be the perfect match. The twist? They meet each other for the first time at the altar. When they exchange their 'I do's'. And get married for real.

One Harry and Louis find each other at the altar. They have five weeks to make or break the set-up marriage.

Say You'll Remember by whisperdlullaby (93k)

au. louis and harry are best mates that are only half aware that they're also soulmates. alternatively, louis goes to university and harry travels the world, and they always manage to find their way back to each other.

takes place over nine years, in which they love and hurt, make mistakes and learn, and above all, grow.

Heading For Limbo by kingsofeverything / @kingsofeverything (100k)

Childhood best friends who’ve fallen in and out of touch with each other since Louis’ family moved away when they were thirteen, Harry and Louis find their paths crossing again and again. Each time, no matter how many miles apart or how many years it’s been, it’s as if no time has passed. They fall back into their easy friendship, until life intervenes and sends them on their separate ways once more.

When Harry discovers some life-changing things about himself, Louis is there for him, however he needs. But it’s all temporary because Louis has plans that will move his life from New York all the way to L.A. and the distance isn’t the only thing between them.

The pieces of their twice broken hearts are scattered from the Atlantic to the Pacific.

Flash Forward to Forever by akatomlinson / @mason-conaway (73k)

Louis narrows his eyes, wanting more than anything to tell Liam to go fuck himself, but he can’t be sure, is the thing. As much as he knows for a fact that he would never date someone like Harry Styles, he has months missing from his memory. And it’s scary to think that, in that time, everything he’s come to know about himself could have changed so drastically.

Or the one where Louis loses his memory and Harry just about loses his mind trying to win him back (or something)

Sent by the Sun by etherealbliss / @givesuethemoon (53k)

“I know,” Louis mutters, ghosting his mouth over Harry’s pulse point, “that if you’d stop wasting your time with him, if you’d just let me… I could show you so many things. I could change everything for you. There are ways in which you could be seduced that you haven’t even dreamed of, angel.”

At that, Harry breaks.

 In 1970s Los Angeles, Harry is a groupie who aches to feel alive. Louis is the lead singer of a rock band who aches to know him.

Halfway Home by itsmotivatingcara / @itsmotivatingcara (103k)

Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson were improbable childhood friends, much to Harry's dismay. They were thrown together each summer when Harry was forced to visit Louis' grandfathers' ranch in Black Hills, South Dakota. With each passing year their friendship blossomed into something more. When trail rides turned to stolen kisses, and tragedies turned to confessions, until they could no longer deny the inevitable draw they felt for one another.

Though life and their future plans soon set them on different paths.

Ten years later, Louis is the proud owner of Halfway Home Wildlife Refuge. Harry returns to the ranch to escape the perils of his past in London, and though their memories still haunt Louis, he won't let that deter him from his goals. However, someone has been keeping a close eye on the refuge, and possibly Louis specifically, and Harry's return may have unleashed more that just old passions. There's a hunter lurking in the Hills, someone who's decided they've bided their time long enough.

Not That Gone Series by abrighteryellow / @a-brighter-yellow

Hello My Name is Harry (2k) Louis’s 20-year high school reunion takes a turn when a celebrity classmate – who also happens to be Louis’s long unrequited crush – unexpectedly shows up. A famous/not-famous AU inspired by Chris Evans.

Not That Gone (60k)

Around four in the afternoon on day two, Harry was dropping kisses on Louis' chest and heading downwards when he abruptly stopped. “I can move back here,” he said, propping himself up on the mattress with his hands. Louis' eyes popped open and he looked up at him, totally lost. “What?” “For a while,” Harry continued, the idea taking hold. “Hang out with my mom. Work on my script. Be with you.” Louis had already resigned himself to the fact that this weekend was a crack in the space-time continuum that would soon close, sending him and Harry back to their respective, very different lives. It would be a memory that would keep him warm when he was an old, old man – that time one of People’s 50 Most Beautiful had kept him on his hands and knees for two days straight. He wasn’t so stupid as to hope for more. “You’re crazy,” Louis scoffed. Harry’s eyes shone. “Am I?” A few weeks after Louis and Harry, *ahem*, reconnect at their high school reunion, Harry temporarily moves back home. Louis isn't sure he has the emotional fortitude for a prolonged fling with the man of the dreams. For Ten Minutes Straight (1k) Louis has a ritual for when Harry's away – and a good reason for keeping it private.

[buccini555]

𝒞ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝒞𝑜𝑙𝑎 - 𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒐𝒎𝒊 𝑨𝒌𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Being Takeomi's little princess

Takeomi never really seemed like someone romantic or simply the type of guy who was determined to be sincerely loving with someone or much less passionate, however, when without even expecting it, you appeared in his life, the eldest simply couldn't let it go to lay eyes on you as soon as he saw you for the first time, strangely he felt something he had never felt before and after a long time trying to conquer you, having left aside the life he lived before, together forgetting all that he had previously been involved, also dropping the parties and nights out that he never failed to attend.

He was completely in love with you, it didn't take long for you to become his girlfriend, Takeomi assured you that you wouldn't regret giving him a chance, even knowing about his past and involvement with gangs and even some crimes, despite Takeomi's problematic past, you also can't help but fall in love with the way he treats you, he always makes it clear how much he loves you and that he simply changed his life just for one goal, to have your love and affection.

Takeomi always pleases you with gifts, no matter the amount, he just wants to make sure you live the best life possible, so he spoils you, basically treating you like a princess, buying you clothes, jewelry, shoes or anything else you want, also, your boyfriend is extremely romantic, especially the old fashioned way, always carries your purse, opens the car door, takes you to dinners, romantic dates every week and on top of that, buys you beautiful flowers, as many as possible, practically every day he brings you bouquets or at least one of your favorite flowers, being as affectionate as possible at all times, Takeomi also always pleases you with good morning or good night kisses, he actually tends to be extremely polite with you, making you forget he's part of a gang or something, he doesn't seem dangerous when it comes to you, he just behaves like a true gentleman completely in love with his lady, when you get home tired for some time. reason, the highest makes sure you relax, taking off your shoes and giving you little kisses right after helping you take a hot shower and get dressed in comfortable clothes.

Takeomi always affirms the fact that you are his little princess, so he feels the obligation to take care of you and protect you from everything, in addition to ensuring your well-being and quality of life, working twice as much as he would normally work to ensure that you have a routine full of luxuries and everything you deserve, he gives you all the love he feels, since he never loved someone as much as he loves you, Takeomi really does and would do anything for you, he would never have peace again if he ever end up losing the most precious jewel he has, you make everything seem okay and his mind stays calm, so he dedicates most of his time to you along with all the good feelings he feels, never letting go of you. making loving hints or soft caresses, even bold ones when you allow it.

Takeomi really strives to be a good boyfriend, no one can say otherwise, since even in public he maintains the same attitude as a passionate thug, of course, he cannot help but maintain his gangster reputation, precisely to ensure that no one he will have the courage to find a finger on you or get close to the person he loves so much, for this reason he ends up being extremely protective at times, but this protection is only to guarantee your safety, he does not feel jealous since he totally trusts the girl he chose to become his wife in the future and together they would build a family that, although he never dreamed of marriage or having children, when you started dating it just didn't get out of his head, because he knew it was you, you are the right person, there is no one in this world who can accomplish what Takeomi wanted, it is you that he wants to be with until the last day of his life.

[ishipallthings]

Cap-IM Rec Week 2023 (Thurs)

Golden Oldies Thursday, July 20 for @cap-ironman Rec Week!

This is a day late, but here are some of my favorite older Steve/Tony classics!

Remember to show some love for your hard-working creators!

The Twice-Told Tale by arysteia

For someone he'd hero-worshipped for so long, Steve Rogers in the flesh is a pretty big disappointment. For one thing, he keeps looking at Tony as though he reminds him of someone else, and even if he never says anything, Tony's pretty sure it's his father. A lifetime of not measuring up to Howard's expectations is more than enough, thank you very much, and he's certainly not going to make an effort to live up to any of Steve's. Steve's pretty clearly failed to live up to his expectations, in any case, and that's not hypocritical at all.

(First Impressions Are) A Work in Progress by ras_elased

Tony has a point system for the times he can get Steve to be less than perfect.

i stole the keys to this guy by kellifer_fic:

Where it was Nick Fury's idea, but he didn't mean it like that.

many names in history, none of them are ours by aubkae

Steve's not sure if he'll ever understand Tony Stark, but it's good, living here. If he still wakes up sometimes convinced this was all a dream, well, it's better than it was before, and that's something, isn't it? The Avengers live in a world that both glorifies and fears them, but they know each other now behind the scenes.

bedrock and brick by lyra_wing

Immediate sequel to the movie, wherein Tony builds Avengers Tower. Or plays interior designer, take your pick.

Four (Or Five) Reasons for Kidnapping Tony Stark by scifigrl47 @scifigrl47

There are four reasons for kidnapping Tony Stark. Tony's sick of all of them. Well, there's potentially a fifth, but it's highly unlikely that Captain America will suddenly fulfill THAT fantasy. Tony's deeply disappointed about that. Steve Rogers, as always, is oblivious. At least, that is, until someone who isn't him kidnaps Tony. Then he's just pissed.

Honey, I Can See The Stars by twentysomething:

"The most he'd ever cared about anything remotely related was his uniform, which, beyond the stylistic, was pretty necessary. But now his suit comes from a lab far more advanced than the basement of a Brooklyn antique shop, and the only decision he really gets to make is if his pants are too tight. (They were, but he doesn't really think they changed them. He doesn't know why, but he thinks that might have been on purpose.) That being said, he doesn't know what he's done to deserve the double take Tony gives him as he walks in the room."

Mr. July by jibrailis

Tony is the only one who can defend Steve's virtue. Tony hates his life.

The Best Policy by starknjarvis

Tony Stark breezes through life on bluster and bullshit. When he gets hit by a truth spell, he locks himself away in his workshop so he can find a way to reverse it without anyone finding out. So why can't he say no when Steve keeps asking to spend time with him?

The Most Amazing Things (Some Terrible Lie) by copperbadge @copperbadge

Tony's decision not to reveal his identity as Iron Man to the world was shrewd and calculated. Too bad it's about to backfire on him like a Jericho missile.

the reason you ruminate the shadowy past by Mizzy

So, Captain America effectively manages to cockblock Tony for a year.

It's not Steve's fault. Well, actually, it is. But he was just proving a point - that if a superhero is gay, how can it be wrong? Steve just picked the wrong superhero to make the point with. Now America will think they're dating - and Tony's not going to be the guy to break Captain America's heart.

There's only one way out. To save face, Steve and Tony have to become fake boyfriends. Steve thinks the "boyfriends" bit will be the hardest to act... but maybe it's the "fake" part that will be the hardest act of all.

Even the Light is an Illusion by Mizzy

Death threats are an unfortunate side-effect of being Tony Stark, so he's learned to ignore them. The problem is, when someone really wants you dead, hiding your head in the sand just kinda exposes your ass. But it's not just Tony's behind on the line. Whoever wants him dead wants him to suffer first, and they're willing to do anything to make that happen. Tony knows there's only one way out. To save Steve, the Avengers, and the general public, Tony has to die. Of course, death isn't always the end, and Tony does what any other self-disrespecting scientist would do: he finds a way to fake his death and avenge his own murder. The trouble is, terrible decisions usually have a terrible price, and this one is no different. Tony has a chance to save the day, but the cost may be more than Tony was ever expecting to pay…

Tony Stark and the Super Sleeper, or actually, Soldier by RurouniHime (@thegertie)

The one where Steve keeps falling asleep on Tony.

Two Out of Three (Ain't Bad) by plingo_kat

It blindsides him one morning in the middle of his customary third cup of coffee; Steve walks through the door in loose cotton pants, shirt pulled up to wipe the sweat off his face from his usual morning workout, and Tony thinks: adorable.

and of course, the one that started it all:

Resurrection, Reconstruction & Redemption by Elspethdixon, Seanchai (616)

Doom brings Steve back from the dead. Hijinks ensue, some of which might vaugely be considered plot.

Hope you guys enjoy the recs, and stay tuned for more! Please mind the tags before reading. Check out my tag for previous years’ rec lists :)

[basicallyahedgehog]

Happy Asexual Awareness Week!

Whether you are asexual, demisexual, grey-sexual, aromantic, demiromactic, aroace, sex-favourable, sex-repulsed or anything in between, you are valid and you are loved.

Whether you know you are ace, are questioning or are looking to be a good ally, asexuality.org is an amazing resource. You can find out more about asexuality awareness week specifically here.

For me personally, fandom and fic had such a huge influence on my journey to identifying as ace. So I've rounded up a few of my faves:

Let Me Count The Ways by @thebooktopus: Intimacy comes in many forms. Draco wants to explore them all with Harry.

Not Broken by Undercoverwarlock: Draco wanted this. Right? He had daydreamed about it, imagined what it would be like, wanted it. Right?

The Art of (Not) Being Broken by OTPshipper98: Draco reads an article that explains a few things. And so he shares it with Harry.

Glowing by @cavendishbutterfly: Harry's lived alone and vampiric in his cottage for ages, until a long-lived Draco Malfoy suddenly shows up to answer an advertisement Harry had practically forgotten he'd put in the Prophet. Cue soft blood drinking, quiet nights of reading and crocheting, and Harry thinking that maybe--just maybe--he might not be so alone anymore.

Like A Dream I Can Reach (But Not Quite Hold) by Cassiara: Harry spends his life waiting for something he isn’t entirely sure he wants, and looking for something he doesn’t know exists. Everything feels ill-fitting until Draco Malfoy enters his life and shows Harry he doesn’t have to want the expected things, and Harry learns happiness doesn't have to look a certain way.

Which Merely That Is by bafflinghaze: In which Harry notices changes in Draco (he’s a late bloomer, apparently), but that’s not nearly as important as the time they spend together.

How To Read A Map by Bumble_Beckie: Harry's never been able to read a map. Then he met Draco. or Harry's still working out his sexuality and then Draco comes along and fucks it all up.

There's A Word For This by Undercoverwarlock: Harry wants to show Draco how much he cares for him, but it's not that easy...AKA the one where Draco doesn't understand, Hermione goes to the library, and Harry realises something about himself.

Lightning Never Strikes Twice by DrWhoIsGinnyHolmes: Draco's soul mark finally appeared, but he isn't quite sure what to do since it's tied to the career bachelor, 'Best Lay in the UK,' Harry pain-in-his-arse Potter. Especially when he isn't even interested in sex...

You Make Me Smile by Dazeventura6: Years after the war Harry's quiet, reclusive life is disrupted when Draco Malfoy barges into it. Will it be a disaster or will both men manage to finally find happiness in each other?

What She Said by @demonbanisher: The Marauders secret language is dirty jokes, but nothing has to change now that Remus has realized he's ace. Right?

the space between (what you want and what you need) by disapparater: As a specialist Healer in dark magic, Draco has had his fair share of difficult cases and awkward patients. Still, nothing has prepared him for a curse-paralysed Harry Potter.

Your Embrace Is Enough by bickymonster: Harry has noticed he isn't the only one who doesn't appreciate the family's attempts to get him to date.

If Three's A Crowd, The Crowd Me by SumthinClever: Draco is asexual and fears Blaise will leave him due to his inability to fulfill his needs, and so suggests they open their relationship for Blaise to find partners willing to fulfill him. Draco fears Blaise will fall in love with someone else and still leave him, but neither of them figured it would be Draco that found someone else to love, too.

That's Ace by Leontina: Charlie is asexual. Harry isn't. They still find a way to satisfy both of their needs, however

No Kissing by @asexual-lovegood: Draco doesn't like kissing. Hermione doesn't understand. Harry intervenes.

Capture the Moment (Capture My Heart) by dot_the_writer: Surrounded by photographs with just a cat to keep him company, Draco was left questioning his identity and what a new label would mean for his relationship with Harry.

the trembling of the moment by @blue--dreaming with incredible art by @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm: “You’re the last person I’d have expected to stumble across on the other side of the world.” In which Draco's quiet single-parent life is not so much interrupted as unexpectedly harmonised.

Midnight Radio by EverythingButColdFire: Sirius is an actor in his late twenties. Enter Remus: the wardrobe supervisor and dresser for his new show. No knowledge of Hedwig and the Angry Inch is required for this to make sense.

Little Deaths and How To Avoid Them (Or Draco Malfoy's Guide to Stop Dying and Start Living Instead) by Nerakrose: Malfoy is way too interested in coroner reports for somebody who's definitely not looking for ways to die, Harry wants to be friends with him, and Ginny wants to break up with Harry. Features: Little League Quidditch, an abundance of bath bombs, happy endings, and gay robots in space.

[torreshalstead]

On a crowded street in 1944 - bonus chapter

Summary - The four walls of Upton’s General Store were all Hailey knew although she longed to see what else life had to offer. When a handsome soldier walks through the door, she thinks he might just be the answer to the life she wants to have. But it was 1944 and the country was at war. Would fate smile on her or would her heart be another casualty of the war?

Chapters - 16/16

Notes - and with this chapter, this story has come to a close. Thank you all so so much for reading along and I hope you enjoy this final snippet ❤️ AO3 Link

He knew he had been cheeky, pushing the boundaries of what was acceptable in society by asking for her to send a photograph. They had only been on one date, had only shared one kiss. It didn’t matter that he knew he loved her, knew he wanted to marry her and to make her his, he still felt like he might have crossed a line.

In his response he had apologised and said he hoped he hadn’t caused offence and that night he had prayed twice over that she would forgive him and respond to his letter just as quickly. It was her letters that were keeping him sane over here. The things he had seen, the things he had to do. Well, dreaming of her blonde hair, her pretty blue eyes and the way her cheek dimpled when she smiled - those are the things that Jay chose to focus on instead.

Those were the things that were going to keep him safe and let him keep his promise. His promise that he would come home to her and she would someday be his wife.

As Jay lay there, or more accurately, sat with his back propped against the densely packed mud, his friends tucked in close on both sides, he realised he hadn’t actually told her that he planned to marry her if, no, when he returned to home soil. He had thought it was a given. He wasn’t the type of man to kiss a girl and then not want to follow it through. He’d never kissed a girl like that before in his life.

Sure, in school, they had played spin the bottle in the school yard, tucked behind one of the old classrooms that was never used. So Hailey hadn’t been his first kiss. That had been a slightly mousey girl called Ally, and their lips had barely touched. But he intended for Hailey to be his last kiss.

He smiled morosely at himself as he realised that no matter which way this war turned out for him - that statement would be true.

When he closed his eyes and tried to ignore the sounds of the bombs or the echoes of the screams of those who would never make it home to their sweethearts, pictures in their pockets or not, it was Hailey’s face that swam through his dreams. It was her lips that sang him to sleep.

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Post deliveries were both a highlight for the boys in the trenches but could also bring heartache.

There would be those overjoyed that a loved one’s letter had finally arrived, and those whose eyes would fall to the ground when told there was no post for them. There were those who had brothers, dads, uncles or friends in other platoons or other battalions who were waiting for news, and those who would receive a photo from their sweetheart and beam from ear to ear looking like a love sick puppy.

And then there were those who would receive the letter no one ever wanted too. The ‘Dear John’ letter.

One of the boys, Isaac, who usually bunked down a couple of people over from Jay and his buddy Mouse had received one two weeks prior. They had all read it, he’d passed it on as soon as he had read the words. It was curt, blunt, and broke the man's heart in two sentences flat. Isaac had barely spoken since. Jay prayed he would never receive one, that his and Hailey’s love could overcome the distance and pain that war would bring.

Today’s mail package looked a little smaller, fewer letters and fewer smiles on their faces. He wasn’t expecting a response from Hailey just yet, he doubted she had even received his letter yet. That didn’t stop him being hopeful that his name would be called and an envelope shoved into his hand.

It wasn’t his turn to smile however, it was Mouse’s. And as much as he was desperate to read Hailey’s newest thoughts, he was pleased for his friend. If they didn’t share in each other’s joy over here, well, it was one of the quickest ways to spiral.

‘She wrote me back!’ Mouse exclaimed as he tore the envelope open. ‘I only wrote on the off chance.’

‘Told you she would,’ Jay said with a smile as he thumped him on the back. ‘It’s the uniform, the ladies love it.’ It was a forced joke, an old tale with only a hint of truth to it. If any of their ladies could see them now, they wouldn’t nearly be so smitten.

‘She said she’s been thinking of me,’ Mouse muttered as his eyes skimmed quickly down the page. ‘Said the street’s not been the same without me.’

‘I bet it’s a hell of a lot tidier without you loitering on the corner,’ Jay scoffed but Mouse was too enraptured by the words on the page to hear anything Jay was saying.

‘She’s been thinking of me,’ Mouse repeated, his eyes glazing over with a love struck shine as he clutched the letter to his chest.

‘Better get you home in one piece then Mouse,’ Sergeant Platt said as he walked past them. He was a stern leader but he wanted the best for his men and Jay would follow him into battle come what may.

‘Preferably as good looking as when I left Sarge,’ Mouse chirped as the rest of the team laughed. It was easy to forget where they were when they were laughing and joking, they could have been boys in a school yard. But later that day when the fighting would resume, there would be no forgetting it. Jay didn’t think he would ever forget it. This was was becoming a part of him whether he wanted it to or not.

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‘Halstead!’ Jay turned his head quickly, it was mail call and his name being called could only mean one thing. ‘Letter for you.’

Jay accepted it with a small smile. He was normally over the moon to receive post, it was always from Hailey but this time, after his possible overstepping, he was concerned for what it might contain.

‘Is it from your girl?’ Mouse asked from his usual position, on Jay’s right hand side. They stuck together like glue now. Their unit was smaller now, Isaac hadn’t put his helmet on when they went over the top. Jay believed he might have forgotten on purpose but he kept that thought to himself. He wouldn’t taint Isaac’s memory for his family with a hint of cowardice. Although Jay thought it had more to do with the letter he had received rather than the horrors of the war. A battlefield wasn’t a place for a boy with a broken heart.

‘Yeah,’ Jay breathed out, his fingers brushing over the now familiar loopy writing of Hailey’s pen.

‘What are you waiting for you muppet,’ Mouse nudged him.

‘Nothing,’ Jay said, delicately opening the envelope so he’d be able to slide the letter back into it.

As he unfolded the writing paper, his heart skipped a beat. There, looking back up at him was a smiling picture of his love, his Hailey. Frozen in time in a black and white image, but her eyes were just as bright even from the page.

‘Damn Halstead,’ Mouse puffed, glancing over Jay’s shoulder. Privacy and the trenches were two things that didn’t go together. ‘How’d you get a girl that looks like that to agree to walk out with your ugly mug?’

Jay ignored him, focusing on Hailey’s words instead but his gaze kept dancing back to the photograph.

My dearest Jay,

There was no offence taken at all, I simply had not found a way to get a photograph taken, but with a little help, please find it enclosed. I hope this is what you wanted and it makes you smile.

Of course you have my heart, I hope it keeps you safe over there.

I miss you more than I ever thought a heart could miss someone.

I pray each night that you’ll come home safe, to me.

Yours forever,

Hailey.

He hadn’t offended her, and she had sent him a photograph.

It was the greatest gift he ever could have received.

‘Look everyone, Jay’s girl isn’t imaginary after all!’ Mouse exclaimed loudly and for once Jay was grateful for the layer of grime that coated his face to hide his blush.

There was a chorus of cheers from his friends and neighbouring units - a moment shared.

Jay knew it now, he knew in his next letter he needed to lay it all out. Tell her that he intended to marry her. He couldn’t keep it within him any longer. A girl like Hailey deserved to know how he truly felt.

He lifted her picture to his lips and kissed it softly before tucking it safely into his breast pocket, right atop his heart. It was where she lived anyway. Who’d have thought the girl he met in the general store would go on to mean so much to him. Someday that girl would be his wife. He tucked that thought away with a smile, when he got home, he would ask her in person to marry him. And if her letters were anything to go on, he didn’t need to pray she’d say yes. He already knew it.