#Honeymoon Inspiration

[shaadiwish]

The luxury honeymoon destinations of Bollywood celebrities.Virat Kohli & Anushka Sharma honeymoon. Kareena & Saif Ali Khan Switzerland honeymoon.

[steddiehyperfixation]

still into you (steddie ficlet)

Eddie wakes to the mouthwatering smell of bacon and eggs and fresh-made pancakes. He stretches lazily and heads to the kitchen to find Steve at the stove making breakfast, moving expertly between flipping pancakes and scrambling eggs and checking the bacon. A stupid kiss the cook apron is tied at the waist over his bare torso and sinful pajama shorts, and he looks just as delicious as the food he's cooking. The whole scene makes something warm and fluttery bloom bright in Eddie's chest. 

He sits at the counter and sighs dreamily, resting his chin in his hand as he watches him. “God, I have such a crush on you.” 

Steve looks over his shoulder with an amused expression that crinkles the smile lines at the corners of his eyes. “We're literally married.” 

“I know,” Eddie gushes, so in awe of this fact you'd think it was a new development even though it very much isn't. He marvels at his husband of 34 years, admires every inch of Steve's middle-aged body, every place where his time-worn skin is creased with signs of age and a life well lived and well loved. The beauty of him still knocks the wind out of Eddie, a breathless giggle bubbling up his throat. “But that doesn't mean I don't still have a massive fucking crush on you.” 

Steve huffs out a chuckle before turning his attention back to the stove, a quick duck of his head as if to hide a blush. 

Emboldened, Eddie stands and comes up to wrap his arms around him from behind. He nuzzles into Steve's neck, breathes in his salt and pepper hair and smiles into the curve of his shoulder. “I’m serious. Even after all this time, you still give me butterflies,” Eddie says, resting his hands over Steve's stomach and pressing gently to demonstrate his words, “right here, like I’m a teenager again. My aged heart still does very youthful backflips just at the sight of you, and I feel that rush of falling in love all over again, again and again, like it's the very first time.”

Eddie remembers a conversation he'd had with his uncle once, when he was much much younger and Wayne was about the age Eddie is now.  When you get older, you don't feel that type a’ love the same way anymore, Wayne had told him. It ain't the same heart-pounding, all-encompassing, get drunk off of it sort a’ giddy head-rush you get in your teens and twenties. It loses that kind a’ thrill, gets quieter. 

Eddie had found that thoroughly depressing, despite his uncle’s insistences that this was not a bad thing. Don't mean that love and attraction ain't there or that you can't feel it anymore, Wayne reassured him, it's just different is all. He'd shrugged then, his face like leather, worn and fond and bemused by his nephew’s wild youth. Old hearts get tired, Ed, he'd said. You'll get it when you get to be my age. 

Well, Eddie has gotten to be his age and he still doesn't get it. He does feel that quieter love, the kind that comes from shared routines and easy conversation and even easier silences, made up of trust and familiarity, the kind that settles into his bones like it was always meant to be there. But the thrill is still there too, as strong as ever. Steve still makes his heart race and his head spin. Eddie's stomach still flutters at his smile; his touch still sets off fireworks beneath his skin. Even now, Eddie feels a little dizzy just holding him, heartbeat faster. 

“We may get old,” Eddie continues his declaration, “but the way I feel about you never will.” He holds Steve tighter, hooking his chin over his husband's shoulder after pressing a kiss to it. “I will never get over the thrill of you, and my heart will never get tired of it.” 

“You are a dramatic old sap,” Steve says through a suppressed smile, rolling his eyes as he plates the food and turns off the stove, but then he's turning around in Eddie's arms and pulling him into a spirited kiss.

Eddie's blood feels like it's made of champagne, bubbly and fizzy and utterly intoxicated as Steve fills his senses. They kiss with the same clumsy passion they'd had at 21, too eager clashes of teeth and bruising lips. It's messy, inelegant, perfect, broken within seconds when their smiles become uncontainable. They pull apart, pink-cheeked and laughing. 

Steve grins. His eyes shine with all the same giddiness of infatuation and warmth of love as he holds Eddie's face in his hands and tells him, “I have a massive fucking crush on you too.” 

[nouverx]

Day 3 and 5 of Lucilith Week: Honeymoon and Free day (can be a follow up to Honeymoon eheh)

New married life for the first couple of Hell 💖

[scorpiomoondoll]

[mr-payjay]

Mindscape

clean version

[azrael08]

I have to imagine that Kirk and Spock’s wedding was the biggest thing to happen in the quadrant that entire year! Everyone and their mother heard about the wedding announcement between the great captain James T Kirk and his first officer S’chn T’gai Spock. It must have been live-streamed or whatever the Star Trek equivalent of that is, humanity cheered and watched on excitedly, all Vulcan children probably got the day off school, this was framed in both their histories as a collective “second first-contact moment”. A bajillion Starfleet officers, captains, and admirals must have been in attendance to watch the ceremony and stay for the afterparty. Bones and Uhura stood as Kirk and Spock’s best man respectively, Pike officiated and cried many happy dad tears. In fact, countless tears were shed by the original crew of the enterprise and almost everyone in attendance (Bones denied the allegations but Scotty’s got photo evidence). Chekov got stupidly drunk at the after party along with a tipsy Sulu, who also managed to snap a quick photo of Spock and Kirk looking incredibly flushed and happy sitting together

[kharonion]

⛩️🌸💜

you and I are crashing course / driven by a holy force

[deputing]

[wikiangela]

tease tidbit tuesday

one of the first wips I opened in the new year (right after midnight bc I spent new year's in bed bc im still sick and im so fucking tired of it jfc😂) was the married buddie smut, and I finally made some progress after weeks lol I feel like this might be the first fic I'm gonna post in 2024 👀

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“We both know you can’t wait to be inside me, so get on with it.” Buck says, chuckling and panting, squirming underneath Eddie.

“Is that so?” Eddie raises an eyebrow, ready to accept the challenge, damn his own impatience and horniness.

“Eddie.” Buck whines, thrusting his hips up, but Eddie predicts that and moves away. Buck groans in disappointment, still through laughter. “Just fuck me already.”

“So romantic.” Eddie snorts, lightly biting at Buck’s neck. He decides to indulge him, and himself, and rolls his hips against Buck’s again. Buck moans loudly, and the sound combined with the friction makes Eddie’s hard cock get more and more difficult to ignore.

“Please, baby.” Buck pants, trying to wriggle his hands out of Eddie’s grip. Eddie tightens his hold, feeling Buck’s wedding ring dig into his hand, his own ring pressing against Buck’s.

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[umbremom]

anywhere with you

For Day 8 of @emweek (free day), here's a very married biker EM inspired by this illustration by lacampanule on twitter 🏍️💍

Thank you to all the creators and supporters who participated this year! 💞

Full resolution + CC credits here

[carmensarchive]

I'm tired of feeling like i'm f*cking crazy

[alrightbuckaroo]

Inspiration Saturday

Happy sunny shining Saturday, everyone! Thanks to the always lovely @lemonlyman-dotcom for the tag. The penultimate chapter of the Time Loop AU is just about halfway done, which means it's almost done which means the last chapter is almost done which means the fic is almost done! (That's how this works right?) Anyways; here's some things inspiring a fic that's grown three sizes in my heart <3

Quote is from Molly Brodak, by Molly Brodak <3

No pressure tagging: @reyesstrand, @reasonandfaithinharmony, @strandnreyes, @sznofthesticks, @sanjuwrites, @freneticfloetry, @guardian-angle22, @heartstringsduet, @herefortarlos, @honeybee-taskforce, @jesuisici33, @kiloskywalker, @lightningboltreader, @louis-ii-reyes-strand, @carlos-in-glasses, @carlos-tk, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @bonheur-cafe, @basilsunrise, @nancygillianmvp, @never-blooms, @mikibwrites, @whatsintheboxmh, @welcometololaland, @rmd-writes, @rosedavid, @three-drink-amy, @thisbuildinghasfeelings, @theghostofashton, @thebumblecee, @orchidscript, @paperstorm @actual-sleeping-beauty, @inkweedandlizards, @safeaswrites and here's an open tag for anyone who wants to share :)

[kittyrunwayluxy]

lana del rey, leeds festival, august 2024

[marsosims]

post-honeymoon hot tub kissing

[heartstringsduet]

But most of it was beautiful

Summary: Spending their honeymoon at home means realizing how much of said home is familiar and how much has changed. It’s become a place for family, a place to fall apart and grow together. This is how they navigate grief in a bubble of joy. A/N: Thank you @herefortarlos and @lightningboltreader for beta-reading.

Warning: Canonical character death and mentions of drug addiction

The sun filters in through window panes and onto the blanket trapping heat where their feet are intertwined. They haven’t closed the blinds. Growing up with a tapestry of noise of New York, they compromised on sleeping with the windows closed, but today, like all days when Carlos grew up on the outskirts, morning birds wake them. It’s a bit of a change in a cocoon of familiarity. Carlos hums in his throat as TK sleepily kisses his neck and angles his body on top of his until their erections slide together. It’s not urgent. Nothing like last night, suits hastily discarded, fingers gripping like the other was a lifeboat, husband the only clear word between loud moans and pleading. This morning, they just let the minutes tick by as the sun travels through the room. Their eyes are closed and they cuddle, until one of their hips bucks up and they grind for nothing but to feel good, no goal in sight.  The birds, the sun, their indulgent bodies. And sirens mixed into it. TK ignores the noise but he can feel Carlos stiffen. He kisses the side of his face until he relaxes again. This is their honeymoon. They won’t let the outside world disturb it. 

Read more on AO3 🏡

[hedonistic-brunette]