#elopement wedding packages | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

ereardon · 8 months ago

Text

Homecoming [Jake Seresin x Reader] Chapter 3

Summary: Returning home to California after six years abroad in England, you found everything has changed. Jake Seresin, your father's former college roommate and lifelong best friend, is now a widower and has purchased a new vineyard in Montecito, only a few miles from your childhood home. Your parents’ marriage is on the rocks, your brother is struggling with what to do with his life, and you’ve grown up and are starting your own counseling practice. So what happens when you find yourself falling for the man your father calls his best friend? And worse, what happens when your parents find out he’s falling for you, too?

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader

Warnings: Age gap, eventual smut, cursing, alcohol

Word count: 2K

Chapter overview: Y/N settles into her job at Jake's vineyard, and has a revelation about their relationship

Author's note: This fic references a significant age gap, as reader is the child of Jake's best friend. However, she's in her mid-twenties, and he's been only a small part of her life to this point as he spent the majority of his time traveling with his late wife. This fic does not depict grooming, but if you are concerned with any of the themes please read at your own risk.

Masterlist here

On your second week on the job, a drunken bachelorette smashed fifteen bottles of wine by toppling over a display case. Just as you were about to curse them out, Jake swooped in, one hand on your arm, a reassurance blanket.

“On the house,” he said with a grin and the girls swooned at him, forking over a 400% tip to try and cover the cost of the bottles. Jake let you keep it all.

“For the practice,” he said, holding a hand up, stopping you from pressing the cash into his palm.

“Jake, I can’t.”

“Take it,” he replied, insistent. “Please.”

By the time your one-month anniversary at the vineyard rolled around, Jake was letting you help plan weddings and events. The vineyard had a handful of different event packages, and you were up to your ears in paperwork.

“Knock knock.” Jake hovered in the doorway of your office. He had cleared out a spare room next to his office and made it yours. It fit a small desk and chair, and you relished the ability to go into your office and shut the door and close out the world.

“Hey. What’s up?”

“You’re working late.”

“Oh you know, my boss, he’s a real hard ass.”

Jake grinned, lowering his arms and folding them across his broad chest. “Yeah, heard of him, they say he’s a huge asshole.”

“And super ugly,” you replied.

Jake chuckled. “Just wanted to check in on the Mackenzie wedding. How’s that going?”

You sighed. “Remind me never to get married.”

He frowned. “Why is that?”

“Marriage seems OK, but weddings are the worst. It brings out everyone’s bad side.” You tilted your head. “What was your wedding like?”

“We didn’t have one.”

“What?”

He shrugged. “We were young, we wanted to save our money and travel. So we went to the San Francisco courthouse and eloped.”

“Do you regret it?”

“Not for a second.” He smiled. “You’re right, Sparky. Weddings aren’t for the bride and groom. They’re for family and friends. Sometimes it’s nice to keep it just about you.”

There was something in Jake’s gaze that you couldn’t read. Was he thinking about Jenny?

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N,” Jake said softly. “Don’t stay too late, OK? If it’s too late to drive home, call me and I’ll pick you up.”

“I live fifteen minutes away,” you reminded him.

“Just call me, alright.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, boss.”

He chuckled and shook his head. You found yourself watching him walk away.

***

“Let’s make quesadillas.”

You peeled your eyes open. Colin was standing in the corner of your room wearing a pair of swim trunks and no shirt. You sat up, rubbing your eyes. “You’re shitting me, right?”

“Come on.” He smirked. “Night swim and Mexican food. It’s tradition.”

“We’re not seventeen anymore, Colin,” you groaned. “I have work in the morning.”

“Jake will understand.”

“Doesn’t matter,” you replied. “I’m responsible now.”

He ripped the blanket off the bed and you shot up to seated, furious.

“Seriously?”

Colin grinned. “Come on. Live a little, sis.”

Ten minutes later, the two of you were eating quesadillas in the hot tub. You tipped your head back against the tile rim. “What are we doing out here?”

“Eating quesadillas.”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s not what I mean and you know it. We’ve barely talked since I got home. It’s been six weeks.”

“I’m busy. You’re busy.”

“I have a job. You work at the crab shack.” Colin, after nearly failing out of college twice, had taken an almost permanent job on the boardwalk. This time he was a fry cook at a seafood joint frequented by tourists.

“Don’t be such a snob, it doesn’t suit you.”

“Just like being an idiot doesn’t suit you.”

He shoved the rest of his quesadilla in his mouth and reached for yours. You were too slow – he grabbed it and forced it into his stuffed face. “Thanks.” It came out garbled and you watched a fleck of dried cheese land in the swirling water.

“Disgusting,” you said with a laugh. “I’m serious though. What are you doing? You can’t live with mom and dad forever.”

“You live with mom and dad.”

“For now.”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “Same.”

You sighed. “Fine. New subject.”

“So when do I get to see my little sis at her big grown up job?”

“The vineyard?” He nodded. “Whenever. Come any time, I’m always there.”

“With Jake.”

You frowned. “Yeah, with Jake.”

“Y/N.” He tipped his head. “He’s like, old. You know that, right?”

“What?” You were aghast. “I mean, yeah I know that. I’m not stupid.”

“He’s too old for you.”

“He’s Jake!” you countered. “He’s dad’s friend. He’s my boss.”

“Not once did you say you don’t want to date him.”

The truth in Colin’s words prickled your brain. He was right. You couldn’t say that and be telling the truth. Because the truth was, as the days went by, you were starting to see Jake differently, despite your best efforts. He was kind and he was generous and he had an affable attitude that charmed everyone, old and young, man or woman. He was easy to be with. He made things fun.

You shook your head. “Shut up, Colin.”

He laughed. There was something buried in that laugh. How many times had the two of you snuck out in the middle of the night for a swim? How many times had you heard his laugh, and known that he was going to unearth your secrets? Colin knew everything you did before you even did it.

***

“We need more sauvignon blanc on table three,” you said to the head waiter. He scampered toward the bar in the back, emerging a moment later with a frosty bottle of white, carefully cutting the metal wrapper tableside and popping the cork seamlessly.

“Relax.” Jake appeared from behind, looking relaxed in a suit in the way only a confident man in his forties could.

“I can’t,” you replied, eyes watching the bride and groom flit from table to table speaking with their guests. So far, nothing had gone wrong. At least, not in the front of the house. In the back, you had stopped three rounds of appetizers from being burned, and had to deal with a last minute rosé crisis.

“I hired you because I knew you’d do the job well,” he said. “But I want you to have fun, too.”

You shot him a glare and he smirked. “Fun? You think trying not to ruin someone’s wedding is fun?”

“Honey, once they get down the aisle, nothing could ruin it. I could go over there and puke on her dress and it would still be the best day of her life.”

“Don’t you dare.”

He chuckled. “Do me a favor, Sparky?”

“I’m not going to spill red wine on the mother of the groom just so you can have the last laugh.”

“Have a drink,” Jake replied. “And save me a dance.”

By the end of the night, you had eaten approximately fifteen balls of fried mac n cheese and had four glasses of champagne. As the last guests departed – the bride and groom had driven off in an antique Jaguar an hour earlier – you let out a sigh of relief.

“Great job guys,” you said to the crew as they filed out of the kitchen, backs sore, white servers aprons splattered with wine. Your neck was aching and so were your feet. All you wanted to do was go home, take off your wrap dress and take a hot shower before stumbling into a fluffy pile of white bed linens.

You had been surprised to learn that all of the vendors – the florist and the linen delivery and the chair rentals – would arrive the next morning to pack everything up. Somehow you had it in your mind that a wedding was ripped down the instant it was over. As if it was never there. But the reality was, the ghost of the wedding lived on through the night. In the quiet and the dark, the skeleton of everything remained.

As you turned, heading for the stairs, Jake emerged at the top of the stairs. “Clocking out?”

You nodded. “I need to sleep for one hundred years and quite possibly take the longest shower known to mankind.”

Jake carefully stepped down the marble stairway before landing at the bottom, only a foot from you. “Well if you do that, I’d have to fire you.”

Your face fell. “What?”

“You promised me a dance,” he added.

You frowned. “The musicians are gone. The wedding is over, Jake. And besides, my feet feel like they’re dying.”

“Take off your shoes.” There was something authoritative about how he said it. And despite your bed calling your name, you followed his orders, slipping off the tall heels, bare feet hitting the cold marble floor and you almost moaned in relief. Jake held out one hand and you took it, letting him lead you out onto the empty dance floor. He pulled out his phone, hitting a few buttons before music filled the air around you. “One dance,” he whispered.

“Yes, Jefe,” you replied and he smirked. Naturally, your fingertips reached for his, one hand tangled with his fingers, the other wound around his neck. Jake held your waist softly, pulling you in closer, until you could feel the heat of him on you.

“I couldn’t do this without you, Y/N.” You knew it was serious when he didn’t call you Sparky, the heinous nickname that had come from that one summer as a child when you had been determined to teach the dogs how to do tricks like the seals at the zoo, balancing balls on their noses and doing flips in the water. It ended horribly, and there went your dream of being a zoo performer.

“Yes you could,” you replied. “You did it before I came home. You’ll do it after.”

Jake’s grip tightened microscopically, but you felt it. Like he was grounding himself as the two of you swayed in the open space. “What would you say if I begged you not to leave?”

You looked up at him. The slight stubble across his jaw, the way his collar was pulled apart, a small tuft of chest hair peering through the top of the white shirt. “Jake, I—”

“I want the best for you, Y/N,” he interrupted. “I always have. But selfishly, I want you to myself, too. You make everything easier. You make everything better. And it’s been a long time since I felt like I could depend on anyone other than myself.”

“The clinic isn’t anywhere near done,” you replied. “I still have months of construction and paperwork and hiring people.”

“Just the thought of losing you.” He shook his head. “Sorry, I’m being selfish. I’m the adult here, I shouldn’t be putting so much pressure on you.”

You stopped dancing, dropping Jake’s hand and lifting it to his neck so that your fingertips closed behind his collar. Jake’s hands fell dutifully to your waist, large fingertips digging into the sides beneath your ribs. “I’m not a kid anymore,” you whispered. “I’m twenty five.”

Something passed between the two of you. You found yourself staring up at Jake, his algae green eyes, the way his lips were puckered slightly. The way he felt, hot, pressed against you.

And then it was over. Jake’s hands fell from your waist as he took a step back. “It’s late,” he said softly. “Can I drive you home?”

You frowned. “I drove myself. I’ll be fine.”

He turned toward the stairs, the music in his pocket shutting off abruptly. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

You watched his shoulders sag as he disappeared up the stairs. The thundering of your heart in your chest threatened to knock you over.

Tag list:

@lyn-js @seresinhangmanjake @bobfloydsbabe @blue-aconite @clancycucumber230 @dempy @allbark-no-bite @teacupsandtopgun @na-ta-sh-aa @katiedid-3 @bradshawburner @xomrsalliej4787xo @xoxabs88xox @kmc1989 @shanimallina87 @rosiahills22 2 @emo @horseshoegirl @eminyourjeans

84 notes · View notes

konansock · 7 months ago

Text

Mod Update : Meaningful Wedding Stories

All my other mods are compatible with the latest patch, while the Meaningful Wedding Stories mod is updated with TONS of new features.

Wedding Planning is a complicated process, and there are many important factors. Keep the relationship healthy and don't stress out!

Wedding Satisfaction ---- Throughout the whole wedding planning phase, Sims will have satisfaction for the whole wedding. Each Sim has different preferences so their satisfaction also differ. Sims will keep track of general tips and personal preferences in their Notebook. Fears and Lifestyles can affect their preference, so be sure to check when some of them change.

Time to Make Up ---- After the wedding, your Sim will be granted an additional day, when they can plan a honeymoon or Reception Dinner to continue to build up satisfaction. After the period, Sims will carve their final feeling about the wedding into their relationship. For storytellers, you can cheat those bits on your own Sim in Cheat – Marriage – Wedding Bits.

Lifelong Effect ---- After the final feeling is granted, Sims will have special moodlets when talking with their spouse (Angry for a terrible wedding, or energized for a perfect wedding;) and will relieve their stress (or make it worse). Except for that, "Reminisce about Wedding" and "Tell Wedding Stories" can also affect your offsprings! Use your story of a perfect wedding to boost their satisfaction, or freak them out with a bad wedding story!

A Second Chance ---- For those who married in misery, second chance is always possible. Build up relationships and Romance Satisfaction, or work on your Acting Skills to cheat your partner, and then ask for a chance to Renew Vows! If successful, they can Attempt to Regain Trust and remove all the negative marriage Bits.

A Chance for Drama ---- Optional with the ‘CallOffWeddingAddOn’ package. During the wedding, couple with low wedding satisfaction might automatically call off wedding! Pair with the ‘AffairManagementAddOn’ package for additional drama by promising to elope with others!

Affair Management ---- Optional with the ‘AffairManagementAddOn’ package. Before the ceremony, Sims need to stay a clean state and clear boundaries with their affairs. Inviting them to wedding and ask them for a Speech might be a terrible idea. Attend to their feelings and avoid making them resentful toward your Sim!

DOWNLOAD HERE

#mod update #konansock

62 notes · View notes

senka-mesecine · 3 months ago

Note

How do you think the boys would propose? Like how would the wedding go and what led up to the proposal? Would love to think that some of them were obsessed from day one and knew they were going to get married at some point🤭

---

― The instance it becomes abundantly clear that not only does he love you but he also wants to marry you, Chris Taylor doesn't just end up obsessed with you, but he turns into what can only be deemed as someone possessively vindictive; he's introspective and self-aware enough to realize that in craving matrimony as the ultimate suburban, civilian social status symbol he's effectively turned into his parents against all his better judgement and all his efforts to pave his own path and yes, that makes him angry in a weird sense. Angry at you for doing this to him in the first place. Means that he needs and wants to have you. He's enamored with you. He's murderous when it comes to you. And he's singularly fixated on you. It's all big messed up package that's extremely complicated to unpack proper, but it reflects in the way he proposes, making it seem like he isn't prepared to take no for an answer even though this remains unspoken and hidden between the lines. Like he's been mulling over this and fighting it so long that when you finally get that ring that was in the family for generations and that his grandma's grandma probably wore, it almost appears like there's something fierce about Taylor and the very prospect of wiggling out of this daunts you due to how overintense he seems. The chances are very high that Chris simply elopes with you whether you like it or not, possibly because he doesn't want his folks around all that much, doubly so because he's beginning to remind himself of them, needing to put some distance between himself and them and merely because he doesn't intend to share you with anyone, so, whatever you wedding ends up being like, nobody or really few very people get to experience it all. His grandma receives a postcard, though.

― I get the impression O'Neill's the type to consult everyone else in a very roundabout and indirect way when he's contemplating matrimony, and don't get me wrong; he probably wanted it dearly and really sleazily since the moment he's saw you. He was a bit like a cartoon dog with his mouth plopping open at the sight of you, but fact is he also undoubtedly rationalizes and validates these thoughts with what the considers his boys, suddenly having the tendency of talking about that feminine touch and how nice it is to come home to someone, wistful signs, nervous leg shaking included and knowing glances exchanged between the Lifers almost as if they know precisely and exactly what's on Red's mind, meaning that nobody's gonna be surprised when it happens and how he does it is a mixture of bashful smugness, him acting cocky yet anxious as he poses the question and then being on the verge of whining when you accept and just as likely's the fact that Red's one of those men who get teary eyed at the sight of their significant other walking down the aisle. But, for all his slimy brownnosing, his effort is admirable and truly endearing just based off of the fact how badly he wants this and he's upfront about how badly he wants it, being something of a surprisingly hopeless romantic in this bunch; he's gonna put his back into it. There's rose petals sprawled everywhere, a ring that belonged to say, grandma O'Neill gets busted out, he's ordered Mai Tais, he lit candles and he's awfully proud of that excellently cooperative Hawaiian beach sunset out on the horizon like he personally put it there --- man so happy he literally returns to base camp being slightly nicer to people which is a miracle of miracles.

― Bunny does whatever Bunny wants to do, no matter how insane, volatile or unhinged; that being how he by self admission likes living his life the best and however difficult it may be to imagine this kid actually proposing to and marrying someone, just the very notion he has this willful approach to life means that if he wants it, he's gonna have it, because what's the point of it all if he can't have things his way? Boy's a real hick, though. Whatever tackiness exists in the concept of a Vegas wedding --- chuck that out the window, because Bunny would make it ten times tackier. Ring? Yeah, no. You're gonna tattoo his name on yourself and he's gonna tattoo yours on himself. Probably inks both of you himself. You could just take a ring off and shit and act single and stuffs. How he brings up the question? You gots an old man or something, because if you do, I could pop him off, says the eighteen year old without a shred of irony, making finger gun signs. What he wears when it's made official? He's probably in full uniform but it doesn't help the fact that this boy has insanity in his eyes and whoever's officiating this trainwreck is scared to death of him and Bunny knows it well enough to be proud of himself. Bachelor's night? Maybe, yeah, but Bunny's convinced he's being incredibly romantic as he promises if that if there's an broads involved he'll make sure that they all look exactly like you. Did he know he wanted to get hitched with you right from the get go or did it take time? Well, he sure knew he wanted something with you and he smugly knew he was gonna get it too. And he did too.

― Rhah's convinced civilian institutions are whack, that wedding vows are whack, that the idea of marriage is whack and that signing away your freedom to another person's whack too. Spending a fortune on a ring to tie yourself to your new soul-sucking spousal slavemaster? Whack! That's what those big corporations making a buck off of suckers want you to do, but he ain't falling for it! He's got his eyes wide open! He might think this all while actively pursuing you, pining over you, proposing to you and genuinely wanting you as his wife or perhaps even living with you in a common law marriage long before the question is ever popped; see, he's one of those people who smear and badmouth a notion constantly all while simultaneously living the lifestyle and no, he doesn't think himself a hypocrite --- Vermucci's simply convinced marriages are a virtual bear trap for men, yes, but not his marriage with you it isn't and when called out on it he could very well defend his stance with impassioned words like 'I ain' gotta justify myself to you, to Taylor, to Elias or no one, you hear! This marriage shit's a prison sentence! Never said mine is! Get that in your skulls! Dig it good!' and this is an outlook he firmly believes. Funny, though; how someone who's so vocally hateful of something would also be the guy who'd kiss up and down the length of your arm after you said 'yes' to his proposal like someone lost in a trance. Man would be so ecstatic and starry eyed due to the fact that you've accepted that he's probably all over you and fucks you at least once before he goes off to make this official. The second time he's all over you is probably right in front of the marriage officiant's office.

― As is his habit, Wolfe's proposal is delivered with a major dosage of shyness on his part or to elaborate, he's an anxious mess --- him asking you to marry him comes off like all his efforts to establish friendships and connects with people; he beats around the bush incessantly like he absolutely doesn't belong but nonetheless tries very hard to and verbally prepares the grounds so elaborately that he gets tangled into it and it's almost pitiable to behold. Just based off of listening to him, you'll probably realize this is an attempt at a proposal long before he actually manages to say so and you do probably take sympathy when he cuts to the chase and gives you his college signet ring with some roundabout notion that he'd like you to wear it permanently, throwing in a complement about how nice it looks on you with a bashful smile; something about the gesture reminding of a promising ring exchanged between two college students on campus. And yes, Mark's that preppy. And yeah, he probably planned this one way or another since the moment he's laid eyes on you and furthermore, since ethe moment he's realized other people are laying eyes on you as well, feeling that there's a certain victory and 'gotcha!' in having the person other people want as well. The wedding itself is just as preppy. If we had to rate who has the most elaborately lavish ceremony on this list, Wolfe probably takes the cake and one gets the impression he both wants to blow your socks straight off and overcompensate for everything else, at least where his lackluster military career is concerned. In either case...where did all this fine china come from?

― You know, King would probably presume that if he ever had a wedding, it would be a loud, rumbustious party with all of his army friends getting buzzed and liquored up with some Motown sounds blaring, but the day actually arrives and he does a 180 degree shift on his own carefreely, nonchalantly cynical and libertine expectations about himself and I do believe he would surprise everyone and be oddly dignified concerning the whole affair; like, the man does everything in order and the way it should be done. Gets a ring. Asks the traditional way. Cleans up good. Gets his best suit. Reminds his buddies to get dolled up as well because this is him and his special girl they're talking about and well...King ends up being the one out of the bunch that actually has a wedding as close to picture perfect wholesome as it can get even if its probably on a budget, like one can get a profound impression that he tried very hard to ensure this is a good, memorable day for you and all the things he used to joke about in the past? How there would be blunts passed at the ceremony and how broads would be jumping out of the cake? Yeah, no. The exact opposite of that takes place and it becomes abundantly clear that he is out to leave the best possible impression on you the best way he knows how and there is something undeniably sweet about that. He doesn't take any of this for granted, being convinced that not taking shit seriously is rich people nonsense. Yeah, undoubtedly got down on one knee when proposing too. It is an extremely big deal.

― Don't think Elias needs church or a ceremony in the classic sense. Doesn't even need the law to get involved with your union; a proposal and a wedding can happen simultaneously, all under the stars, in a meadow, in a forest, next to a waterfall, during a sunset, under the fullmoon, I mean, listen, it really isn't a matter of where and how. It's a matter of who with. The intent is what is important here; the commitment. Less so the details. And so long as you both really mean this, the heavens above are the greatest witness that could ever exist. The ring could easily be something he made on his own, with his own two hands. The attire of choice can genuinely be whatever you like to wear the most...or even nothing at all. You could wear a wreath of flowers instead of a veil. All these traditional nuances are insignificant to Elias because he would really just want you and nothing else, meaning that him asking you, proposing and getting married could all happen well within the span of ten minutes. He inquired, you accepted, vows are exchanged and for all he's concerned...that's his spouse. His forever and ever. His soulmate. His twin flame. The person to whom, if he's ever reincarnated, he'll return to, in whatever shape, way or form he can. Maybe like the wind blowing through their hair. Maybe as the sunlight on their face. Maybe like a stray animal snuggled against your feet. Elias is inherently spiritual, so, by extension, the ways he commemorates commitment are deeply spiritual as well. There's just no two ways around it.

― Barnes would probably be very forward about it...yet simultaneously, oddly vague; to make that statement make sense there might come a time where he could very well pose a question like 'You got a man waitin' for'ya at home?' or 'You got sumn' takin' care of'ya' and if you answer is no he might just eclipse that with a 'Wanna go about changin' that anytime soon?' and to anyone who understands even a bit of his usual mannerisms would comprehend he's basically volunteering himself for the job of a husband no differently than someone offering to fix something or be of service advertising a skill they possess would do so; a proposal that might seem a tad bit blunt and unromantic, but Barnes's method of approaching things is simply matter-of-factly and head on like that. He isn't gonna waste your time. Isn't gonna waste his own either. He'll just inquire directly hoping for a direct response --- no beating around the bush with this one. You have a man or do you not? You want one or not? Once you accept him to fill said spot the wedding can be as practical as heading down to the notary and tying the knot that same day with an almost astounding speed and efficacy because he knows exactly what he wants, so point pussyfooting around. He always knew this would be the outcome, because even if you said you already have a man at home Barnes would just coincidentally ensure you're widowed. Maybe you say you already have someone waiting at home and Barnes's response could be something in the vein of 'He any good?' because he lives and breathes under the conviction he's infinitely better for you.

15 notes · View notes

actuallysaiyan · 5 days ago

Note

Hiiii Bacon! 💕🌷🥐☕🎍🙂‍↕️ Here to ask some self ship questions for any fos of your choosing! (TY for the one with Shiu btw 🥹🥹💕💕 ill be answering that one shortly hehe)

1. Do you two wear rings or have other symbols of your devotion to one another? Tell me about it.

2. If you're married, tell me about your wedding! What were the colors, what was the theme, where did it take place, what outfits did you two wear, did you have a wedding party? Was it a grand affair or a small elopement, somewhere in between? If not, do you two want to get married? What vision do you see for your future nuptials?

3. How do you cope with being away from each other? Do you talk on the phone/text? Write letters? Do you give each other your clothing/swap colognes or perfume? Do you make care packages for each other?

4. How do you two keep the spark alive in your relationship? physically, emotionally, or all the above?

5. What's a location that has special meaning to you two and your relationship? Is it a vacation destination, where you first met? A park, beach, restaurant? Tell me about it!

OKAY Sorry I'm soooo late at answering this but I'm HERE now

Toshinori and I wear pretty simple looking wedding bands. We still have hero work to attend sometimes and it wouldn't be great to show up and try to stop villains and criminals and have some huge diamond falling off our rings. To be fair, Toshi and I usually keep our rings in these beautifully handmade pouches that we keep in our pocket or purse. Just having that on us makes us know we're always connected to one another.

Yes!!! We are married, though it took a long time for Toshi to pop the question. Our elopement was very small, just me and him and Sorahiko as our witness. The wedding itself was obviously a much grander scale. Our colours were Gold, Forest Green and Silver. He cried when he saw me walking down the aisle, even though we were already legally married. Lots of heroes attended, of course. The Number One hero doesn't get married without a lot of press and other heroes involved. Our honeymoon was stretched out all over Japan, and we made a stop on Yakushima Island. Toshi loves the cedar trees there and it felt like we were honeymooning in a fairytale land.

This one is always a little tough. Toshi and I text a lot to keep in touch on most days. If we have to be apart for longer than a day, it's a phone call or FaceTime. Sometimes it can get a little spicy. Toshi is very considerate when it comes to him having to travel. He will try to always bring me, but sometimes he can't. He leaves me one of his shirts that I can wear and it always smells like him. Usually whenever he's not around, Izuku and Katsuki will come keep me company.

Toshi and I like to always remember how much of a crush we have on one another. It's almost like a little game sometimes. We tease one another, we turn each other on all the time. Sneaky kisses in the teacher's lounge when nobody's looking. Sweet little dates in ramen bars. We sing duets at karaoke when Hizashi drags us along(much to Shouta's dismay). We just flirt with one another and we are very open with our communication.

Well, going to Yakushima together really changed us. It was such a lovely part of our honeymoon. But I'm sure if you ask Toshi, he'll mention the ramen place we went to on one of our first dates. It wasn't even really official but we were both hoping it would be. Toshi was so nervous, but the more we sat and ate and just relaxed, the more we realized just how much we were into one another. The place has changed since, but we still go. And the ramen is to die for!

#bacon.selfships #selfshipping #self ship #toshicon #thank you jelly!!!!!!!!!

5 notes · View notes

felice-jaganshi · 8 months ago

Text

Strawberry Scented Love

Radiodust Strawberry Pimp AU

Chapter 9 - The Horny One

(ADULTS ONLY!)

There was one more week before Alastor returned to his post, except this time, Angel disappeared with him. A note was left behind for everyone to take a paid vacation, and they'd be back with an explanation next Sunday.

~Wednesday, three days into the elopement~

A beautiful suit and wedding dress lay on the floor of a home in Hell's bayous. Alastor's vacation home, the closest he could get to Louisiana in Hell.

Alastor pressed Angel into the mattress gently, “Mon amour… I must confess something to you before we begin.” Wedding rings now adorned both of their left hands.

Angel chuckled, putting a hand on the back of Alastor's neck, “If it's that ya don't have much experience in this field, don't worry. I know. I'm not expecting something that'll rearrange my whole world or anything crazy. Just as long as it's you, loving me the way you do, I'll enjoy it. Promise.”

Alastor's smile turned warm. “Thank you, Beloved… you are truly too good for me. But that wasn't what I was going to confess. I… was going to confess that my Shadow would like to join us, if you'll allow him? If that's something you would enjoy of course. I cannot guarantee I'll last long enough to actually satisfy you, but my Shadow being more of a construct than a person, can go for as long as you need.” Said Shadow appeared beside the bed with a nervous smile and its ears drooping, head tilted to the side, looking as cute as possible.

Angel blushed and grinned, shock quickly turning into excitement, “O-oh! Oh hell yeah baby, he's part of you, right? And I signed up for the whole package. Till double death do us part.” Alastor grinned and kissed Angel gently. Alastor kissed back, bleating as he did.

“Thank you, Beloved… this means more to me than you know.”

“Oh I think I have an idea…” Angel smirked and trailed a finger down Al's spine to his flickering tail.

“You're lucky it's your first time, so I'm gonna play nice and let you be in control. But next time, I'm gonna rock your world so hard you'll forget your own name.” He gently grabbed hold of the tail, and Alastor flinched, face going red.

“I- I'm certain there's quite a few things you could teach me about this sort of thing, my love.”

“Yeah there is, but don't worry about that tonight. I already got myself ready for you earlier, so we can just focus on enjoying each other tonight without any issues or major hang ups.”

Alastor took a deep breath of relief at that, “So thoughtful my dear, thank you.”

Angel then reached for a bottle of lube he had hidden under the pillow earlier that day. “We'll still need to get you ready, mind if I do the honors?”

Alastor looked at the bottle nervously, before nodding his head. “Yes, please. I'm still not thrilled about how wet and sticky this whole process is going to be, though I know ‘wetness’ is a necessary component for it to be pleasant for both of us. I'll get over it with time, I'm sure.” He was determined to. Angel was worth it.

“Al, you know you don't gotta force yourself ta do this, right?” He put a hand on Alastor's cheek. “Smiles, if this ain't ya cuppa tea, we can talk about it. Find some other compromise that makes us both happy.”

He closed his eyes and leaned into the gentle affection, “I know, Beloved. But I want to at least try it before completely ruling it out as an impossibility. Call me stubborn if you must, but I need to know if I can make love with you the way you deserve.” He then turned his face to kiss Angel's palm, taking hold of the back of his hand as he kissed his wrist next, slowly working his way down to his shoulder, across his clavicle, and right over his heart, before nuzzling into the fluff there. “Hm, so soft… just how do you do it?”

“Believe it or not, tuna oil pills. They taste nasty, but they make my fur soft and shiny. So it's worth it.” Angel closed his eyes and pet the back of Al's head with his free hand, gently running his nails against his scalp. Al hummed before returning to kissing his way down Angel's body, stopping when he reached his panties and the noticeable bulge in them.

“You must be uncomfortable being restrained so, Darling. Mind if I remove these for you?” He asked it so sweetly, Angel was torn between being turned on, and finding it cute.

“Go for it, stud. I've got nothing to hide from my husband.” He smiled.

Alastor then moved one hand down to the back of Angel's knee, “Then what about these stockings, Love? I admit they look absolutely stunning on you, but I couldn't help noticing your reluctance to take them off.”

“J-just think it looks sexier is all.” Angel blushed and looked away. He was lying, and Alastor wasn't having it.

“Angel. Mon petit ange.” His tone was slightly stern, turning Angel's chin to look at him, “You know there isn't a single thing about you I could ever hate, correct? That I will love every part of you, without reservation or hesitation if you will let me, yes?” He held Angel's gaze, determined to make him believe his words.

“I… I just don't like the way my feet look. They're weird and deformed. Ugly.”

Alastor sighed and sat upright, “Angel, you see all my scars, yes? I find them repulsive, but you said a moment ago, when you were disrobing me, that you find them sexy. That they make me look powerful… I do not believe your feet could possibly be so ‘disfigured’ as to make me see you as anything less than the beautiful man I chose to marry.”

Angel covered his own face with his hands, “Fine… if you're that curious, go ahead. I won't stop ya.”

Alastor pressed a kiss to Angel's thigh, “thank you, darling.” He slowly pulled down one stocking, kissing the skin as he revealed it till he got to Angel's ankle. He then sat back as he removed the last of it and looked at his foot. Two little pink paw pads with black claws at the end. He reached a hand out and took one of the pads in his hand. Angel flinched, and peeked through his fingers at Alastor's face. He gently massaged the paw pad.

“Hm, they don't seem disfigured at all, dear. Who told you they were? These are simply what spider feet look like. There's nothing strange about it at all.” He sounded so calm, and decided to start giving Angel a genuine massage, even rubbing his ankle and calf with his other hand to further relax him. “So tense as well, and from all the dancing you do, that only makes sense. Goodness, I need to take better care of my little star. I'd hate for you to pull a muscle or get a cramp on stage.” He was clearly enjoying himself. But not in the fetish way Angel was used to… It was just that he genuinely found joy in caring for his beloved.

“Fuck, Al, that feels great and all, but you're getting distracted… Please, can we get back to you fucking me? Or I'm gonna die of blue balls before the night is over.”

Al grumbled, nose scrunching up, “I don't like that phrasing. It makes this sound… basic and filthy. When this is far more important than what you do for work.”

“ DID for work. I'm not fucking anyone but you now. You put the ring on my finger, now I'm your problem, exclusively.”

Alastor's expression relaxed at that, and he took off the other stocking. “I wouldn't want it any other way.”

He kissed the ankle of that leg, and slowly worked his way back up to Angel's inner thigh, stopping right at the edge of the panties he still hadn't removed, making Angel whine in both pleasure and frustration. “Please, Al…” He was begging now, and it made Alastor feel like his blood was on fire.

He pulled down the panties, revealing Angel's long and narrow cock. It was smooth, and tapered. A similar shape to his own tentacles, actually. Which was rather a relief for Alastor. Since it didn't look like what he expected a dick to look like, he was less put off by the idea of touching it. He reached out, and took the dark pink appendage in hand, stroking it slowly. It felt nice in his hand actually, soft yet firm, smooth but not wet… yet. The tip was already starting to leak, and Angel was moaning softly.

“Mph, Al, that's so nice. You're doing great sweetheart.” The praise made his heart flutter, and he felt more confident. He was doing good? He was making his beloved feel good?

He let curiosity get the better of him, and swiped a little of that wetness from the tip onto a finger, and brought it to his mouth, wanting to see what he tasted like…

Angel blushed at the sight, “Damn, that's hot, Smiles…”

Alastor scrunched his nose again, “Definitely not a flavor for me, however.”

Angel chuckled, “Yeah, it's not for everyone. That's okay.” He reached his lower arms out to rub Alastor's ears, “But I'm proud of you for trying new things. My brave deer~.” His tone was flirty.

Alastor kissed Angel's hip, “I'm only brave because you make me so.” He sat back on his knees again, and slowly lowered his own boxers away, letting Angel get a good view of what his partner was working with.

“Damn, Smiles… You got all that, just for little old me? My jaws aching just thinking about taking all that in. Next time for sure, you gotta let me suck you off.”

Alastor blushed as he tossed away his underwear, “Must you say such vulgar things?”

“Well, judging by the way your big guy just got harder, I'm gonna say you actually like that idea.” He then reached a hand out to Alastor's hip, making the shorter demon jump a little from the contact. “Shh, hey, it's okay… We're goin’ slow. I got you, I won't let you have a bad time, okay? Trust me.”

Alastor swallowed around the lump in his throat as he resumed his position over Angel, “Apologies for my skittish nature.. I trust you, and while I do enjoy your touch, I'm just not accustomed to anyone touching that area.”

“Hey, you don't gotta explain it to me, I get it. Can I touch you? I really want to, you look so pretty.” Alastor nodded, keeping his eyes focused on Angel's face, as the spider slowly moved his hand across Al's hip to the base of his cock. “That's it, there's my good boy. Just trust me, I got you.” Angel kept whispering soft praise as he slowly jerked him off.

Alastor whined, and bucked his hips into Angel's hand, “H-hah, Ange, darling!”

Angel smiled at how soft Al's expression became as he started to let go and relax into Angel's touch. He sat up enough to kiss his neck, “You're doing good, big boss~. Now, I'm gonna lube you up okay? It's gonna be wet, but I promise it'll make this feel even better.”

Angel thought back to a previous incident months ago…

~~~~~~~

One of their performers, one that had been trying desperately to get Alastor's attention and be called ‘Darling’, had insisted they both watch his newest performance and tell him where he could improve. He was trying for a “comedy skit” style performance to make their audience laugh in between the bigger numbers. To “reset the mood”.

Well, due to a miscalculation in how much lube being dumped on him would be funny and how much would be just a mess… Some of it ended up splashing onto Alastor's face in the front row. The level of immediate panic the radio demon flew into was insane! It was like a cat getting dunked in a flea bath!

The performer was sworn to silence after that. Never to say a word of the incident, and Alastor refused to bear witness to any more of his comedy skits.

The only explanation Angel got from him was that he couldn't stand things that were wet and sticky, and it got worse when the “wetness” didn't go away fast enough when he was done with it. It was also why he preferred showers over baths. He at least had a sense of control then.

~~~~~~~

Alastor pressed his forehead into Angel's chest fluff again, “I trust you.” He hid his face in the fluff, as Angel slicked up his member. Alastor gave a conflicted whine, both enjoying and hating the feeling.

“Easy, easy… you're safe, you're fine… it's just me and my hand…” Angel soothed him through his discomfort, waiting for Alastor to adjust enough for the next part. “Just let me know when you're ready for more.

He shook his head, “L-let's just get to it. The longer you touch me, the closer I'm getting to my limit, Love.” He rose from the comfort of the fluff to look into Angel's eyes. Al looked so desperate already.

“Alright, alright. Not a problem. Here we go, let's get you lined up then.” Angel moved a pillow under his own hips to raise himself up a bit, then helped Alastor get the right angle to start sliding in. “Don't worry about being gentle, babe, I can handle anything you throw at me.”

Alastor pressed inside with a groan, stopping halfway, “I- I want to be gentle with you… I want to love you, my darling. Not hurt you.” He then started rocking his hips, slowly working himself deeper into Angel. Angel closed his eyes and shivered, it had been a long time since anyone had fucked him like this. It was a whole different experience from the usual rough treatment, and good god how was he going to survive this bliss?!

Alastor huffed hot breath against Angel's neck, arms shaking as he gently made love to Angel.

Angel ran his hands along Alastor's back, “God Al, you're so good to me. Please, just a bit more, a little faster~ I'm begging here! I need you!” His pleas were answered when Alastor picked up the pace, moving his hips more firmly against Angel's.

“L-like this? Mon cherie?”

“Yeah, just like that baby, fuck.” He held Al tighter. “So good babe, don't stop.”

Unfortunately, it wasn't much longer until Alastor started to lose it, and came, filling Angel with his hot spend. Angel groaned in frustration, and Al held him tight, shaking and crying, “A-ange… I- I'm sorry I-”

Angel pet his head, “Hey, you did great sweetheart. Don't apologize. You lasted longer than I expected for your first time. God damn, you got me so close! I didn't even think about touching myself, you were doing so good. We just gotta work on your stamina.” He smiled and lifted Alastor's head to kiss him sweetly. “I love you, you did good, so don't cry.”

Alastor slipped out of him and groaned, laying beside Angel. “Shadow, it's your turn.” He covered his face with an arm as he tried to regain his composure.

Angel blinked in confusion for a moment, having completely forgotten about the shadow! Suddenly his vision was full of a misty silhouette of his husband, with a green grin. “O-oh, h-hey there. What do you have in store for me?” He gave a sultry smile to try and hide his nerves. The shadows purred, befor kissing him passionately and running his hands over Angel's body.

The shadows touch was surprisingly warm, and if Angel shut his eyes, it felt just like Alastor. He wrapped his arms around Shadow, who had more give to his form than the real Alastor, but that didn't bother him.

He felt the shadows length press against his own, rocking them together, and pulled away from the kiss to breath. “F-fuck, Al! Please, just put it in! I need it!” Angel was desperate, that kiss was so intense. He looked at the real Al next to him, who was laying on his side smiling at Angel, “You're so beautiful when you're enjoying yourself, my darling.”

“Why's his tongue so long?” Damn, he could- ha!” He lost his breath as the Shadow pressed inside him and resumed the pace Alastor had been giving him earlier. Angel lost his ability to speak, just focusing on the pleasure he was being given.

Alastor ran a hand through Angel's chest fluff, “Tell me darling, is there anything else you need?”

“Just, touch my dick and I'm so done.”

“Hm, perhaps I can do one better.” The Shadow contorted out of Angel's arm, becoming more smoke than solid in the middle, before its mouth was sucking Angel off. The real Alastor leaned over Angel to give him something to hold onto as he nearly screamed in pleasure. Al kissed Angel's neck over and over. “Come for me love, let me see you unravel at my touch.”

With a final shout, Angel came down the shadows throat, which was greedily swallowed up with a purr. He worked Angel through it and slowly worked him down from his high before pulling out. The Shadow kissed his cheek once before vanishing and leaving the two alone.

“How was that, mon amour?” Alastor asked.

“Amazing. Al, that was the best damn orgasm of my life!”

That actually made Alastor look surprised, “Truly? You're not just saying that?”

“Al, I mean it. I'm not gonna lie to you about this.”

“I see, well good. I'm glad I was able to satisfy you, as a good husband should.” He blushed a bit, looking bashful with his smile.

“This is gonna be the best honeymoon anyone has ever had.” Angel giggled, and dragged Al in for another kiss.

#hazbin hotel #strawberry pimp alastor #angel dust #alastor #radiodust

8 notes · View notes

frozenjokes · 9 months ago

Text

Something A Touch Ominous

[2/6] Prev / Next / Ao3 Link

“I’m home,” Impulse closed the door behind himself as he walked inside, letting the many bags he carried slide off his shoulders and clatter softly against the hard floor. Well, every bag except one. Its contents were fragile, yes, but the care he took had far more to do with its value. Impulse’s stomach twisted, a mix of nerves and guilt. He shouldn’t have this.

“Heya Dippledop,” Skizz waved from the couch. Impulse was excited to see a bright alertness in his eyes even despite the fact that he still sounded horrible. “I’m starting to miss you man, coming home late all the time like this,” Skizz swooned, and Impulse laughed, struggling to even roll his eyes.

“Is forty-five minutes after closing late now? What, you counting the minutes?”

“Well with Scar helping you out, I’d expect faster transition time,” Skizz teased Scar’s name, earning a real eye roll this time.

“That was one time, and honestly, he was more of a hindrance than anything. The only reason I got home faster was because I was scrambling to keep him from breaking our wares. That guy is a complete disaster.”

“Did you see him today?”

Impulse hesitated for a moment, holding his package close, “No, I didn’t.” Skizz cocked his head in a light skepticism that Impulse tried to ignore. He wasn’t lying, not really. He really hadn’t seen Scar today.

Skizz was never the type of person to entertain an awkward silence. “I swear, if you two go off and elope, I’m gonna be pissed. I could care less if he’s twenty years younger than you, I better be invited to the damn wed-” Skizz yelped as Impulse grabbed his face, pushing him back into the couch before plopping down beside him.

“Running away with someone after knowing them for two weeks? Sounds more like something you would do. Actually, ‘sounds’ implies that you haven’t done it before.”

“Hey!” Skizz pushed back, “That was one time and it was true love! Sometimes you just know, yeah?” Impulse was too relieved at how lively Skizz was acting to bite back. After a rough couple of days, seeing Skizz so animated was a blessing. Skizz’s eyes followed the bag as Impulse set it on their small coffee table, but didn’t speak as Impulse brought his hand to Skizz’s forehead. Impulse was grateful he didn’t ask, though he clearly wanted to. Impulse wasn’t ready yet.

“Fever’s gone down, but I think you’ve still got one.”

“Oh really? Compared to yesterday, it’s like I’m a new man! I’m hoping to come in with you tomorrow if this keeps up, I’m itching to get out.”

Impulse managed to squash down his first instinct to respond with a resounding No, but just barely, which left him sputtering for words, “I- I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he managed to wheeze, “You should recover fully before-“

“Before meeting Scar?”

“No.”

“Yes?”

“No, that’s not it.”

“Are you sure?”

Impulse let out a miserable sigh before conceding, head in hands, “Listen, it’s not that I don’t want the two of you meeting, only that I.. I want to know what Scar wants first. Right now, I have no idea! I don’t know if he’s just being nice, or if he’s just naive, or if he’s dangerous or-“

“Or courting you?”

“He is not courting me. He has absolutely no reason to be courting me.”

“What’s with the gift then?” Skizz pointed to the bag on the coffee table, and Impulse cringed away.

“I didn’t ask for that. I didn’t- I didn’t give him any indication we needed it- or anything! Actually, I don’t even know if it was Scar, to be honest, he didn’t give it to me himself, he just-“ Impulse rambled, only cutting himself off with a yelp as Skizz lunged forward, snatching the package before Impulse could grab it away.

“Enough, enough, if there’s a ring in here I’m gonna..” Skizz trailed off as he ripped through the paper padding, his face falling, “Dude.”

“I know.”

“You need to give this back. How does he even- you didn’t tell him I was sick, did you?”

“I’m not giving it back. No way. And no, I told you, I didn’t tell him anything. He doesn’t even know you exist! When he’s around he spends the entire day talking about himself anyway, he never even asked about my home life. He probably just assumed I have kids like you’re always saying.” Impulse snatched the bag back, readjusting the brown paper around the bottle of medicine. For fever, for pain relief- anything. It was expensive too; there was no price tag, but Impulse had never seen bottles like this in this town’s markets.

“Dude, he’s courting you!” Skizz’s exclamation cut through Impulse’s thoughts. “ Oh I’m coming in tomorrow, I’m gonna give him a real piece of my mind!”

Impulse put his head back in his hands. “Please don’t.”

“I’ll say ‘Scar! Welcome to the family, buddy. You are IN. Congratulations, we have been bought, but I’m a package deal, hear me?’”

“He is not courting me, he is just weird. That, or he wants to rob us of everything we own. I still haven’t figured it out,” Impulse sat up, rubbing his temples. He sideyed the medicine on the coffee table, but quickly looked away. Skizz caught his eye and lowered his tone, something more serious.

“To be honest, I don’t really see why this should mean I can’t meet him. I get it, I know something’s up. Weird guy, bad vibes.”

“Not bad necessarily-“

“Sure, right, but you’re also acting odd. Listen, I’m sure this dude is a total clown, but I’d like to see it for myself so I know what we’re getting into. We, Impulse. You don’t have to deal with this by yourself.”

“It’s not that.”

“Then what is it? Talk to me, please.”

Impulse paused for a long time, struggling to figure that out for himself. Skizz was sickeningly patient, just like he always was.

“I don’t want him to know he was right.”

“What?”

“I don’t want Scar to know he was right. About you. About someone being sick. This whole gift thing has been freaking me out, man, I don’t know. I don’t like it.”

“Well,” Skizz paused, eyes narrowed in thought, “I don’t know if that,” he gestured, “was really Scar ‘knowing’ anything. To me it comes off as more of a display of wealth than anything. Listen, I’m just as cautious as you are about this whole fiasco, I just don’t know if this particular instance goes that deep.”

Impulse didn’t respond. He wasn’t quite sure what to say; it’s not like he had any proof. He just knew that Scar knew something . Something he shouldn’t. Impulse closed his eyes. Maybe he had mentioned Skizz before. Maybe he’d even alluded to his illness. Their shop was called ‘Imp and Skizz’ after all, it couldn’t have been too much of a jump to guess .

“Hey,” Skizz broke through, putting a calloused hand on Impulse’s forearm, “How’s this? You go in tomorrow, by yourself. I’ll stay home, work the forge a bit, rest, and the next day when I’m sounding better, we go in together. How’s that?” When Impulse was quiet, Skizz continued, “Y’can’t keep me cooped up here forever. If I don’t get to talk to some new people I might just keel over. I’m dying’ here.”

Impulse lightly shook his head, “No, I don’t want to do that. That’s good. That sounds good Skizz, thank you.”

“You bet! And if you need me to, I’ll tell Scar straight he needs to back off. We’ll be just fine without some hustler hanging around making my buddies uncomfortable, yeah?”

“It’s fine, Skizz, really. If he goes too far, I’ll make sure he knows it. I will. I like Scar, I do, he’s just a bit odd sometimes. If he’s around tomorrow, I’ll talk to him.”

“I’m serious! I’ll kick his ass!”

“Please do not do that.”

“I’ll fold him!”

“I believe you! Dude, I don’t think Scar could fend anyone off to save his life! He’s got a bit of muscle, yeah, but I don’t think he’s ever been in a real fight his whole life, much less with a sword. He really is all talk, I know that much,” Impulse laughed, and Skizz joined in, continuing his stream of vague threats until they were so absurd, both men were left wheezing.

Sitting here, unable to catch his breath with Skizz; there was no other way Impulse would rather spend the rest of his life. He didn’t know what Scar wanted or what he was planning, but for now, it didn’t seem to matter too much. For now, everything was alright.

#hermitcraft #boatemghostsau #gtws #goodtimeswithscar #impulsesv #skizzleman #hermitfic

17 notes · View notes

samgibsonuk · 2 months ago

Text

Capture Your Dream Wedding with Sam Gibson Wedding Photography: A True Somerset Experience

Your wedding day is one of the most special and memorable days of your life. Every moment—from the exchange of vows to the celebratory dances—deserves to be captured in a way that tells the story of your love. If you’re looking for a wedding photographer in Somerset who specializes in bringing out the emotions, details, and natural beauty of your special day, then Sam Gibson Wedding Photography is the ideal choice. In this blog, we will explore what makes Sam Gibson’s wedding photography services stand out, why you should choose him for your big day, and what you can expect from the experience.

Why Choose Sam Gibson for Your Wedding Photography?

When it comes to wedding photography, the right photographer can make all the difference. Sam Gibson’s approach to wedding photography is unique and personalized, creating timeless, emotional images that reflect the true essence of your love story. Here are a few reasons why Sam Gibson should be your first choice for wedding photography in Somerset:

1. A Relaxed, Natural Approach

Sam Gibson believes in capturing authentic moments rather than forcing staged photos. His relaxed approach allows you and your guests to enjoy the day without worrying about rigid poses or awkward setups. This results in a collection of photographs that are full of emotion, natural smiles, and true moments that tell the story of your wedding day.

2. Experience and Expertise

With years of experience in wedding photography, Sam Gibson has honed his skills to perfection. He knows how to handle different lighting conditions, how to capture candid moments amidst the chaos of a wedding, and how to ensure that every important detail is captured in stunning clarity.

3. Creative and Artistic Vision

Sam doesn’t just take photos; he creates art. With an eye for detail and a knack for composing stunning photographs, Sam’s work captures the beauty of the day with creativity and artistry. His ability to blend natural surroundings with your personal love story is one of the reasons why his clients rave about his work.

4. Somerset’s Best Locations

Being based in Somerset means Sam has an intimate knowledge of the region’s most beautiful and scenic wedding venues. From the rolling hills of the Somerset countryside to the historic buildings and coastal settings, Sam can provide you with a range of breathtaking backdrops to enhance your wedding photos. Whether you're planning a rustic barn wedding or a grand celebration at a stately home, Sam knows exactly how to make the most of the location.

5. Tailored Packages to Suit Your Needs

Every wedding is unique, and Sam Gibson understands that. His photography packages are tailored to suit the specific needs of each couple, offering flexible options that fit your vision and budget. From full-day coverage to intimate elopements, Sam provides personalized services to ensure your day is documented just the way you want.

What You Can Expect from Sam Gibson Wedding Photography

Hiring Sam Gibson for your wedding photography means you’ll have more than just beautiful photos; you’ll have an unforgettable experience. Here's what you can expect when working with Sam:

1. Pre-Wedding Consultation

Before your wedding, Sam takes the time to meet with you to understand your vision and preferences. He’ll discuss everything from the timeline of your day to the specific shots you want, ensuring that every detail is covered. This consultation is also a great opportunity to get comfortable with Sam’s approach, as it’s important to feel at ease with your photographer.

2. Documenting the Big Day

On your wedding day, Sam will be there to document every precious moment, from the anticipation during preparations to the joy of your first dance. His unobtrusive style allows you to enjoy your day without being constantly posed for pictures. You can trust Sam to capture the real, heartfelt moments that will become cherished memories for years to come.

3. Post-Wedding Editing

After the wedding, Sam meticulously edits each photograph to ensure it’s perfect. From color adjustments to exposure balancing, his attention to detail results in beautifully polished images. He will provide you with a mix of color and black-and-white shots, offering a diverse selection of images that capture every aspect of your day.

4. Delivery of Photos

Once the photos are ready, Sam will deliver them to you in a professional online gallery, making it easy to download and share with friends and family. He also offers bespoke wedding albums if you prefer a tangible keepsake to treasure for years to come.

Sam Gibson’s Style of Wedding Photography

Sam’s photography style is often described as a blend of documentary and fine art. He focuses on capturing real moments, emotions, and stories, while also bringing a touch of artistry and creativity to his shots. Some key elements of Sam Gibson’s style include:

Candid Moments: Sam excels at capturing those natural, unscripted moments that tell the true story of your wedding day. His documentary-style approach ensures that your photos reflect the genuine emotions of the day, from happy tears to joyous laughter.

Creative Composition: Whether it’s a wide-angle shot of your venue or a close-up of your wedding details, Sam’s creative composition adds a unique touch to every image.

Emotional Depth: Sam’s photographs are not just beautiful; they’re filled with emotion. His ability to capture the love and connection between couples is what sets him apart.

Timeless Aesthetic: Sam’s style has a timeless quality to it. He uses natural light and a minimalistic approach to create photographs that feel classic and elegant, ensuring your images will remain beautiful for generations to come.

Conclusion

Your wedding day is one of the most important moments of your life, and choosing the right photographer is key to preserving those memories for years to come. Sam Gibson Wedding Photography offers a unique blend of artistry, professionalism, and a relaxed approach that makes him one of Somerset’s top wedding photographers. With his keen eye for detail, emotional depth, and tailored service, Sam is the perfect choice to capture every magical moment of your big day.

For more information, visit Sam Gibson Wedding Photography and begin your journey toward the perfect wedding photos.

2 notes · View notes

bonfire-at-the-crossroads · 5 months ago

Text

When Morgan and Sam told us about a month ago “We are getting married on Halloween on the Cliffs of Moher!l” - I will confess to some deep trepidation. (And yeah…the fact that this was to take place FOUR DAYS AFTER her sister’s big fat Irish wedding - gave me the willies.)

I foresaw gale force winds along the tourist area of the Cliffs - you know, the giant parking lot, the cement stairs and the gift shop - and everyone blowing out into the North Atlantic like Mary Poppins.

But

We rolled into a farmyard a couple miles further up the coast. The lady who has the great good fortune to own the fields which end by crashing into the sea - has wisely decided to rent out “elopement packages” where she arranges for access to that back field of hers. A few gates are pulled open, cars go bouncing up the rutted farm lane - and out to the end of the world.

It is honestly the most incredible place I have ever stood.

Slightly terrifying, there is only about four feet of slippery grass between you and a 110 story plunge into the sea.

No guard rail, a few slabs of Burren granite jut upwards to mark the transition between life and death - and a pebble path winds down to a small grassy space at the foot of the cliff which juts out into the wind.

Sam was waiting.

#Morgan’s wedding

3 notes · View notes

thehippiekittyph · 2 years ago

Text

WIX Website Template for Wedding & Events Photography

This beige minimal website template is for wedding and events photographers who want to showcase their brand and portfolio. With WIX's user-friendly interface, editing a website is made easier and stress-free without the use of any coding. This website template is fully customizable to your satisfaction and is optimized for mobile and tablet use.

What's included in your purchase? - Installation guide - WIX website template with content guide - Mobile-optimized template with customizable side menu - 11 styled pages - Built-in fonts - Set of curated photos

Styled Pages: ➊ Home ❷ About ❸ Portfolio - Prenuptials portfolio page - Weddings portfolio page - Elopements portfolio page ❹ Packages/Services ❺ Book online ❻ Blog ❼ Contact

NOTE This website template is designed for WIX only and cannot be used on other platforms. Upon accepting the transfer invite on the email you used with your WIX account, the template will appear on your account as a NEW WEBSITE. It is not possible to add or integrate the website template to an existing site.

View live demo here:

https://thehippiekittyph.wixsite.com/angelawhitedemo

View Etsy listing here:

https://www.etsy.com/listing/1572328815/wix-website-template-for-wedding-events

#wix template #wix website template #wix #wix website #web design #website template #website design #beige website #photography website #wedding website #wedding photography website #etsy #etsy listing #digital download #web template

3 notes · View notes

smkphotographicsglasgow · 2 hours ago

Text

Top Wedding Photographers in Glasgow: Why SMK Photographics Stands Out

When searching for wedding photographers in Glasgow, you want more than just someone with a camera—you want a trusted professional who can capture the most emotional, magical, and fleeting moments of your big day. At SMK Photographics, we don’t just take photos—we create timeless memories. With years of experience and a true passion for wedding photography, SMK Photographics stands out as one of the top wedding photographers in Glasgow.

Why Hiring a Professional Wedding Photographer in Glasgow Matters

Your wedding day is one of the most significant days of your life. It’s filled with laughter, love, and unforgettable moments. Professional wedding photographers in Glasgow understand how to document your story in a way that reflects your personality, your love, and your unique celebration.

At SMK Photographics, we combine technical expertise with creative flair to deliver images that are full of life and emotion.

What Makes SMK Photographics Stand Out in Glasgow

1. 📸 Decades of Experience

With over 25 years in the industry, SMK Photographics has photographed countless weddings across Glasgow and beyond. Our deep knowledge of local venues, lighting conditions, and event dynamics ensures that every shot is planned and perfectly timed.

2. 🏆 Award-Winning Quality

Recognised as one of the top wedding photographers in Glasgow, our commitment to quality has earned us glowing testimonials and a loyal client base. We treat every wedding as a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and it shows in the final gallery.

3. 💑 Tailored Packages to Suit Every Couple

We understand that every couple is unique. That’s why we offer flexible wedding photography packages in Glasgow—from half-day coverage to full-day storytelling sessions. Whether it’s an intimate elopement or a grand celebration, we’ve got you covered.

4. 🎨 Creative, Storytelling Approach

Our photography style blends natural storytelling with artistic composition. We focus on candid emotions, genuine interactions, and all the special details that make your wedding day uniquely yours.

5. 🗺️ Local Knowledge, Global Quality

Based in Mount Florida, we are proud to serve couples throughout Glasgow, from the West End to the city centre and surrounding areas. We’ve worked at popular venues like House for an Art Lover, Oran Mor, and Pollok House—bringing both familiarity and creative perspective.

Real Weddings, Real Memories

We’ve had the privilege of capturing hundreds of weddings across Glasgow. Our wedding photographers don't just take pictures—they build connections with couples to ensure each photo reflects the love, laughter, and legacy of the day.

Take a look at our Real Weddings Gallery to see our passion come to life through images.

Hear from Our Happy Couples

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ “SMK Photographics made our day stress-free and magical. The photos were everything we dreamed of and more!” — Louise & Mark, Glasgow

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ “They captured every emotion perfectly. I couldn’t recommend a better wedding photographer in Glasgow!” — Sarah & Callum, West End

Tips for Choosing the Right Wedding Photographer in Glasgow

Choosing a wedding photographer isn’t just about budget—it’s about connection, trust, and style. Here are some tips to help you choose wisely:

Review Their Portfolio – Look for consistency, storytelling, and emotion.

Read Testimonials – A good reputation is a strong indicator of trust.

Meet Before You Book – Chemistry matters!

Ask About Packages – Make sure their services match your needs.

At SMK Photographics, we welcome you to schedule a no-obligation consultation to discuss your vision and walk you through our packages.

Book One of the Best Wedding Photographers in Glasgow Today

If you're searching for wedding photographers in Glasgow who will treat your big day with the care and creativity it deserves, SMK Photographics is here for you.

Let us turn your wedding moments into memories that last a lifetime.

📍 Contact SMK Photographics

SMK Photographics 5 Bolton Dr, Mount Florida, Glasgow G42 9DX, United Kingdom 📞 Phone: 014163 43741 📧 Email: [email protected] 🌐 Website: www.smkphoto.co.uk

Frequently Asked Questions

📷 What’s included in your wedding photography packages?

Our packages range from half-day to full-day coverage and include pre-wedding consultations, high-resolution edited images, and private galleries. Custom options are also available.

📍 Do you travel outside Glasgow for weddings?

Yes! While we’re based in Glasgow, we’re happy to travel across Scotland for weddings and elopements.

💼 How far in advance should we book?

We recommend booking as early as possible, ideally 12–18 months in advance, especially for peak wedding season.

💖 Can we request specific photo styles or poses?

Absolutely. We’ll work closely with you to understand your preferences and ensure your personality shines through every photo.

SMK Photographics—proudly capturing love stories across Glasgow with heart, soul, and skill. Discover why we’re one of the most trusted names when searching for wedding photographers in Glasgow.

#weddingphotography #wedding photographer in glasgow #professional wedding photographer #best wedding photographer glasgow #affordable wedding photographer glasgow #wedding photographers in Glasgow.

0 notes