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charliemwrites · 4 months

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Mafia au with Price perspective

Content: Implied Violence

John, for the life of him, can’t believe he ever ran SpecGru without you.

It’s a hit to his pride to admit it, certainly. That an outsider has discovered a small conspiracy within his own organization less than three months into employment. That, apart from even that, he’s never been less scattered, having someone right by his side remembering details, appointments, bits of information.

Morning smells like Earl Grey and your perfume now. Steam mixing with whatever you’ve spritzed for the day, his own little aroma therapy. Revitalizing after however late the previous night dragged him out.

In general, you’re like a breath of fresh air. A smiley little charm of color and delicacy in his world of saturated shadows, blood and brutality.

Clean-cut dresses with patterned tights, soft-knit scarves. Lace accents and modest stilettos. Thin, sparkly jewelry and smart makeup. The scent of you drowns out the lingering burn of gunpowder; or maybe just transforms it into something heady.

John lingers on your hair. Smooth ponytails, tight coifs, intricate braids. Likes when it’s loose enough to brush you shoulders and neck, a little bounce to it as you toddle in and out of his office.

You’re gorgeous, he knows it like a gun in his hand or the stench of fear in the air. Has encountered (and indulged) in more than his share of stunning women. Women with beautiful smiles, and bright laughter, and sweet voices. Cunning women, too. Women who could outfox all but his best on any given day.

You have all of that in spades, though you’re not the first.

The difference, he thinks, is your sincerity. You’re never anything but honest with him. Even when you maybe shouldn’t be. Not that you share your opinion every time you have one, but if he asks for it, you’ll answer without pulling punches.

Respectful, always. Polite. But scalpels are elegant tools as dangerous as any dagger. You’re not cold by any means, but you’re made of steel. Precise and implacable in some ways. Have never hesitated too look him in the eye and cheerfully explain why he’s wrong.

That, he knows, is a rare commodity.

“I understand this is time sensitive Mister Graves, but raising your voice is not going to open Mister Price’s schedule.”

Your voice goes silky when you get like this. A finely draped, overly pleasant “no” in each word. A wall is still a wall no matter how finely it’s painted.

You’ve just gotten your nails done again, glossy wine red tap-tap-tapping over your customized keyboard. Whatever Philip is saying on the other end does not seem to be impressing you. Soap and Gaz are trying not to snicker. You shoot them an amused look.

“Well, he’s booked every morning for the next two weeks,” you continue.

John is not, in fact, booked every morning for the next two weeks. There are two mornings with two hours open and you’re serenely looking at them on your computer screen. He doesn’t correct you, interested to see how this plays out. You know he hates Philip and are gleefully taking advantage of that fact.

“Well, Mister Graves, a lot of people have time sensitive issues to bring to Mister Price,” you explain, a touch condescending now. “I’m afraid I can’t reschedule them just because you have… a trip to Glasgow, is it?”

You don’t sound impressed. Neither is John. You clear your throat, arch your eyebrows at him. Put up three fingers. He nods.

“I can schedule you in on the 3rd in the evening. Your assistant said you’ll be back by then.”

You blink, an almost smug curve to your lips at whatever is said. A pleasant shiver runs down John’s spine. Philip will just have gotten in then - a full day of travel after whatever business he’s been up to will put him at a disadvantage.

“Well, I’m afraid Mister Price’s next availability won’t be until the… 8th. So shall we schedule something for the 3rd? I can always call if he has a cancellation.”

A pause. Your eyes narrow into a mean little smile at nothing in particular. Practically glowing with satisfaction. Without your attention on him, he shifts a bit.

“Of course, Mister Graves,” you hum. “I can forward your people the details. Have a lovely day now.”

Soap and Gaz start laughing the moment you hand up. You huff at them in amusement, shaking your head, then turn to John.

“Was there anything you needed, sir?” You ask, syrupy sweet.

John snorts and finally approaches your desk, leaning his hip against the edge as he crosses his arms. You tilt your head to give him your full attention, a stray curl falling against your jaw.

“Since you seem to be on rampage,” he says, “I need you to get a reservation for Friday at Muse.”

You blink at him. “Muse? Sir, that’s… don’t they book that place out months in advance?”

He smirks. “Just use my name, luv. I’m sure you’ll have the rest under control.”

You don’t look convinced, but you slide your sticky pad over - light purple clouds, now. With a pink glitter pen.

“How many and what time, sir?”

“Six for eight o’clock.”

You hum as you scrawl it down, pretty round letters that shimmer under the office lights.

“Before you go,” you say as you set the sticky pad aside. “I have those inventory logs from the docks - as well as the incident report from security that evening.”

You pluck up a neat stack of papers, held together by a star-shaped paperclip. Already he can see pink highlighter on the first page, a little memo-note summarizing information for quick review at the top. Somewhere within, you’ve attached a pink tab to something.

“I’ve highlighted anything in the original shipment that wasn’t found in the inventory log,” you explain, tapping at one of them.

He hums, skims the summary, then starts rifling through the papers. Will never admit how much he appreciates the thoroughness, even if he’s comb through every detail himself just to be sure nothing has been missed.

“Oh, also,” you add, spinning the glitter pen between clever fingers, “I think we should maybe set up a camera near that back entrance to the warehouse.”

He pauses. The back entrance where they do the more gruesome aspects of “business.” Odd that you would suggest that.

“Why’s that?”

You hum. “Well, I’m no narc, but I heard from someone who works over there that one of the shipping guys smokes weed with his cousin in that area. Maybe someone saw them and realized that’s a good way in.”

You shrug, leaning back in your seat again. The computer dings, calling your attention. John shoots Soap a glance, who nods and quietly steps out. You don’t seem to notice, clicking your tongue at whatever you see.

“Nicely done, luv,” he says, voice warm in his chest. You beam at him, pleased as always when he recognizes your hard work. “I’ll call if I need anything else.”

“Yes, sir,” you reply.

Twenty minutes later, you tap lightly at the open door to his office.

“Got the reservation!” You announce, a funny little smile on your face. “They were so nice about it too. What are you, some kind of mafia boss?”

He chuckles at your joke, shaking his head.

How did he ever manage all this without you?

#cod #my writing #fanfiction #reader fic #oddly wholesome for a mafia au #mafia au #mafia boss price #assistant reader

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fandomwritingbit · 6 months

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The scarf fic was amazing! Short but gold. I absolutly loved it and I think it has huge potential for a series or a longer fic. Pervy william is what I *need* rn, seriously requesting a continuation;-;

Thanks for this request, it was much too nice to revisit prevy Will. Here's a little continuation, I might get around to some corruption smut in the future ;)

Lost Property - pt. 1 here

William Afton x fem reader

“Bugger.” You say to yourself as you lift up the few garments on the coat hook in search of your scarf. How can you have lost it already? “Bleeding ridiculous…” You mutter: it’s not there. Some fucker has probably swiped it, though to be fair you should know better than to leave anything unattended here, people’s belongings have a nasty habit of just ‘going walkies’ when not under lock and key.

You’re feeling pretty defeated until the thought strikes you that maybe somebody handed it in to the office. It’s at least worth a check. And so, not before putting your stuff in a locker, you take a breath and knock on your boss’s office door.

There’s a pause before his gruff and impatient voice lets you know that someone is in. “Yeah. Come in.” And you do.

“Hey Mr Afton…” You smile at him as you usually would. Not the kind of faux-bright grin you give customers but a more special self-deprecating one, reserved purely for colleagues. He actually smiles back, though it’s slow to spread across his face.

You are just a pleasure to see, especially wearing the same skirt as last time, the one that’s a couple of inches too short and delightfully skin-tight. The skirt that he thought about when he made the rota, always putting you on the shifts that he was supervising just so he can see how good you look in it.

“You alright, y/n?” He grins, eyes eventually finding their way to your face, the cool gaze making your face hot.

“Uh not too bad- I just wanted to ask if any scarves have been handed in? I left one here the other day and it’s not on the hook.”

…

Oh dear. He might have known this would happen. Your scarf certainly wasn’t handed in, in fact he knows precisely where it is and you definitely aren’t getting it back any time soon. Hell, no one’s having it, lest they pry it out of his cold, dead, horny, hands.

He sniggers briefly and you feel left out of some joke. “No, there’s nothing in here.” He prides himself on how naturally that leaves his tongue, because it’s not technically a lie. Then the most devilish idea appears in his mind. “... But I’m not sure about lost property, you could look there.”

And where is that, Mr Afton?

“Right. I haven’t looked in there before, where is it?”

The grin on your boss’s face becomes particularly wolfish and you swear his eyes sparkle. “Here, love. I’ll show you.”

After a short walk, spent behind your boss trying not to be put off by the way he towers over you, he shows you into a small room, little more than a cupboard. There’s shelves up the wall with boxes and baskets and shit, and on the floor a large clear bin full of clothes. He holds the door for you and stands aside to let you in. You throw him a polite smile over your shoulder, expecting him to leave you to it. But when you turn your back and crouch down to open the bin, you don’t hear any footsteps behind you. And turning around only confirms his lean frame still in the doorway.

You brush it off as maybe he just wants to be out of the office for a bit, and start rifling through the fabrics, looking for the distinctive light blue silky texture of your scarf. But with the amount of stuff in here it’s going to take a while.

William leans against the frame, taking in your perfect form, sitting there on your feet. That skirt stretched thin around all the best parts of you. This is the best idea he’s had in a while and he isn’t going to let it go to waste. So he pulls his phone out from the front pocket of his trousers, careful to keep flicking his gaze on you, and opens his camera to start taking a few photos of you down on your knees. Knowing how grateful he’ll be to himself later, when he has the opportunity to act on the stiffening of his cock just from the sight of you. It’s hard for him not to touch himself right now, but he’s not that careless, a sweet thing like you would need breaking in.

“I don’t think it’s here… fuck’s sake.” You mutter the last part, though when you turn and see your boss with an amused expression, you apologise automatically.

“You don’t have to be sorry.” He chuckles, watching you stand to your feet. He pauses as he considers whether to say the next part. “It’s a shame about your scarf though, it looked lovely on you.”

You smile, a little dazed by that comment. It was unexpected to say the least, especially from such a handsome and scary man as Mr Afton, and especially when he said it like that. You’re suddenly very aware of how you were just on your knees in front of him and it makes blood rush to your face. Then it occurs to you that you’ve been quiet for a fair while, so you rush a response, “Uh thanks- my friend is gonna kill me, she only gave me it two weeks ago.” Embarrassment doubles after you’ve finished babbling, god you need to get out of this small room.

He just laughs, finally moving out the way enough to let you out, revelling in how such a little complement made you so flustered. “I’ll keep an eye out for you, but if it’s been nicked there’s not a lot we can do.”

“Yeah, it’s fine honestly. I just wanted to have a look.” Right now you just feel silly, like you’ve wasted his time. You just want to get out on the floor and start your shift away from the eyes of this attractive man. And mercifully he lets you go, not without walking you back down the corridors with a large and intimidating hand on your lower back, the gesture now making your hands sweaty.

It’s only when you’re gone and he’s back in his office that he adjusts himself in his trousers, not a stitch of guilt at the fact that just having you alone made him hard. And the knowledge of those photos made him throb.

You poor, cute little thing, he’s going to ruin you.

#fnaf #william afton #william afton x reader #william afton smut #fnaf smut #william afton x you

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sugarybisous · 1 year

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🎀different things to do to have a beautiful spring🎀

♡ wear soft light pastel colors and more whites ︎♡ wear silky and flowy dresses or long princessy ones with ribbons tied in your hair

♡︎ have a rose petal or flower bubble bath

♡︎ visit a beautiful garden or fruit picking farm near you

♡︎ pick and put flowers in your hair

♡︎ spend some extra time outdoors

♡︎ bake a seasonal pie

♡︎ blow some bubbles

♡ ︎create a new salad recipe with fruits and veggies in season

♡︎ read a spring themed fictional book

♡︎ do outdoor yoga or meditation

♡︎ fall back in love with drinking lots of water

♡︎ buy yourself some flowers

♡︎ play tennis, badminton, or golf in cute outfits

♡︎ wear floral, fruity or citrus perfume

♡︎ make refreshing smoothies with your favorite fruits or veggies

♡︎ do some spring cleaning with the curtains and windows open for fresh air to ventilate

♡︎ wear pretty cardigans

♡︎ make a pretty bird house and buy some bird food

♡︎ have or go to a bbq

♡︎ pick out your favorite flowers outside and press them

♡︎ make different kinds of lemonade

♡︎ have a picnic by yourself or with loved ones by the water

♡︎ write love letters

♡︎ visit a local bakery

♡︎ wear more hair scarves and bandanas in your hair

♡︎ give out flowers to strangers or to those you love

♡︎ hold baby animals

♡︎ start painting

♡︎ wear fruit printed things or buy them ex: strawberries and cherries

♡︎ host a fancy tea party

♡︎ wear big pretty hats

♡︎ wear lots of lacey clothing and accessories

♡︎ dance in the rain

♡︎ put on some rain boots and coat and go splash around in puddles

︎♡︎ light a candle that reminds you of spring

happy first day of spring! <3

#guide #self care #romanticizing life #sugarybisous

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vodika-vibes · 15 days

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pls I know you probably have so many requests but you've brought up the idea of dom dogma and i'm on my knees begging for you to write some of that, any of it i'm not picky :3

Pay Attention

Summary: Dogma is able to command your attention in all the best ways, and for very good reason.

Pairing: Clone Trooper Dogma x F!Reader

Word Count: 1237

Warnings: Smut. Dom/Sub dynamics. Dogma likes rules, even in bed.

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: So, I had so many ideas for this fic, but I ended up going this way so it didn't end up as 10K words of pure smut.

If your beloved’s brothers knew exactly what he was like when they weren’t around, they’d never believe it. Their opinion of their younger brother is that he’s something of a stickler for the rules, and, to be fair to them, Dogma is.

They, however, take that to mean that he’s not any fun.

And they couldn’t be more wrong if they tried.

Dogma has just returned from a very long deployment, and once he finished all of the work that he needed to finish at the battalion, he came to you.

And, after a very nice dinner and dessert where you regaled him with everything you did while he was gone, giving him the chance to decompress from his most recent deployment, Dogma coaxed you into the bedroom.

Which is how you ended up in this position. Totally naked, save for the silky scarves binding your hands behind your back and the matching scarf wrapped around your eyes to block you from seeing what he’s doing.

Dogma also positioned you so that you’re resting on your knees in the middle of the bed, your legs slightly spread so that he’s able to have as much access to your body as he desires.

Warm hands slide across your ribs, and up over your breasts. His touch is little more than a caress, but you’ve been without him and his touch for months, so you’re already so sensitive.

His lips wrap around one of your, already pebbled, nipples and a whine slips from you without your permission as you arch into his mouth. However, the moment you do, he pulls away from you.

“Cyare,” Dogma’s voice is so soft, “What did I say when we started?”

You let out a frustrated noise, as you struggle to ignore the way that your pussy is throbbing with arousal and try to remember his instructions, murmured in your ear, as he lovingly bound your hands behind you.

His hands slide down your sides, and around your back to roughly grip your ass, “Well?” Dogma’s lips settle over the pulse point of your throat, and he methodically bites a mark onto the tender skin there.

It’s not fair, you decide as your train of thought completely derails at the sensation of his teeth biting into you and his rough hands massaging your ass, how are you supposed to think when he’s cheating like this?

There’s a laugh in his voice when he speaks again, “Don’t tell me my obedient little love doesn’t remember the rules?” Dogma asks as he moves his lips to rest just under your ear and nibbling gently.

“You-”

“Yes?”

“You said…no moving.”

“Good girl,” The praise sends heat through your whole body, you want to be his good girl, more than anything. And he knows it. “What else?” Dogma asks as he moves to brush his lips against your own.

“No touching.” That answer comes a lot faster than the first one.

Dogma kisses you properly this time, his tongue sliding past your unresisting lips to map out your mouth, as though he doesn’t know your body with the same familiarity that he knows his own, “Very good job. I’m proud of you for remembering.” He murmurs once he pulls back, “There was one more. Do you remember it?”

“Um…”

“I know you can,” Dogma whispers against your ear, “My clever girl has never let me down.”

“You said…” You trail off as his hands close around your breasts and his thumbs roll over your nipples, “You said no cumming-”

“Without-” He prompts.

“Permission.” You gasp, holding yourself still through sheer force of will, “I can’t cum without your permission.”

One of Dogma’s hands trails down your body and dips between your thighs, zeroing in on your clit with the ease of long familiarity, and pressing down hard. “That’s exactly right. You remembered all three of my rules, very good job.”

You whine as your hips twitch from the sensation of his thumb pressed against you. “T-thank you-” You gasp out.

“Thank you…?” Dogma adds a little more pressure to your clit, and starts rubbing quick little circles around the sensitive nub.

“Sir!” You gasp, “Thank you sir!”

“Much better,” Dogma says quietly, though he continues the movement with his thumb. You can feel his gaze on your face, and you know that he has a smug little smile playing on his lips. “Are you going to cum, cyar’ika? Without permission? If you do that, I’ll have to punish you.”

It’s a warning.

It’s a promise.

You whimper as your orgasm washes over you, your body curling in against his as you tremble from the force of your orgasm. Dogma’s free arm curls around your upper back, holding you as you come down from your high.

And then the blindfold is removed and you peer at him in confusion. Like you thought, he has a smug little smile on his lips, “You’re normally better at following my rules, cyare.”

He sounds thrilled though, rather than disappointed.

And, well, since you’ve already broken one of his rules you might as well go all in. So you lean in and bury your face against his neck, filling your lungs with the scent of him, “It’s been too long-” You mumble as an explanation, “I missed you.”

He nudges the side of your head with his nose, “I know. I missed you too.” Dogma kisses your temple, “But that doesn’t mean you’re getting out of your punishment, cyar’ika.”

You just hum your acceptance and he chuckles.

“Where are you at, pretty girl?”

It’s his way of checking in on you. To remind you that he’s here and that he loves you and that this stops the moment you need it to. But you don’t want it to stop. Not yet.

“I don’t think I can stay in this position for much longer,” You admit quietly, no longer able to ignore the discomfort in your knees from being in this position.

Dogma nods once, swiftly unbinding your hands from behind you and then tying them to the headboard while he encourages you to stretch out across the bed, “Better?”

You stretch your legs out, and nod with an adoring smile, “Much.”

“Good.” He caresses your hip, “You remember your safe word?”

You sigh heavily, and he arches his brows and pulls his hand away from your body, “I remember!” You say quickly, “Don’t stop!”

He clicks his tongue, “I’ve clearly been gone too long, you went and forgot all of your manners.”

Your face heats, whoops. “Please? Please don’t stop touching me? It’s been too long, I need you.”

“Hm…much better.” He leans in and presses a light kiss to your hip, “Spread your legs, pretty girl.”

Immediately you do as he asks, making space for him between your thighs.

“So quick to obey me,” He trails a finger along your slit, and then he smiles at you, all warm and loving. “I wonder how many times I can make you cum while just using my tongue.”

You squeak as he moves your legs over his shoulders.

“My perfect girl, you’re not getting my cock until I’ve made you cum for me at least three times. Maybe more.”

“Three?” You ask breathlessly.

“Probably more.” His dark eyes glitter with mischief, “I missed you, and need to taste you.”

You’re definitely not going to be able to walk when he finishes.

You can’t wait.

#star wars #tcw #clone trooper dogma x reader #dogma x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic #18+ fic #clone thirsting #nsft #answered asks

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hibiscusbabyboy · 28 days

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How to Be a 1960s Coquette

DISCLAIMER: This is based on my own observation. Feel free to follow the guideline or not. Do what makes you comfortable

Fashion:

♡ Ribbons on your hair! Whether they are big or small, they're all equally important

♡ Colours galore!

♡ Do NOT be afraid to experiment with patterns. Paisley, daisies - YOU NAME IT!!

♡ Tights, Tights, Tights!

♡ Mini skirts are essential

♡ Dresses with narrow/boxy silhouettes that are above your knees/knee length - NEVER GO BELOW unless it's a prom gown

♡ Early 60s style: Circle skirts and dresses are a-okay except they're slightly shorter than their 50s counterparts

♡ GINGHAM GALORE!

♡ Peter Pan collar is calling YOU

♡ Shoes must be low heeled or flat

♡ Hats and Headbands - your choice! Whether they are simple headband or a beret, whatever suits your mood

♡ Oh yeah, HEAD SCARVES!!

♡ Driving gloves for your pleasure

♡ Funky shaped, big Sunglasses ESPECIALLY ROUND AND THE HEART SHAPED ONES FROM "Lolita" (1962)

♡ Big, Bold earrings

♡ These boots are made for walkin'

♡ Remember - BE BOLD AND NEVER BE AFRAID TO EXPERIMENT!

Hairstyles:

♡ Generally, the hairstyles can either be relaxed or bumped up to create a nice, half-circle round shape on top of your crown

♡ Hair can be either very long and silky to pixie cut like Twiggy's

♡ BANGS! You need them

♡ If you have bob hair, you can brush them inward towards your jawline. If you have a neck/shoulder length hair, you can do a bubble flip

♡ Feel free to use wigs, wiglets, and hair extensions

♡ Bouffants and Beehives for the Gods

♡ If you have a long hair, do a braided ponytail

♡ Pigtails are all the rage!

♡ Again, DON'T BE AFRAID TO EXPERIMENT!

Makeup:

♡ Have fun with it! You can do a flower-patterned face paint or all over your limbs!

♡ Twiggy's eye look

♡ Big doe eyes or Sharp cat eyes

♡ Lashes on top and bottom + mascara!

♡ Nude or soft pink coloured lipstick

♡ Soft, peachy flush

♡ Early 60s: Go for the Barbie look with the soft wing and blue eyeshadows

Style References:

♡ Twiggy

♡ Jean Shrimpton

♡ Pattie Boyd

♡ Colleen Corby

♡ Molly Corby

♡ Chrissie Shrimpton

♡ Samantha Juste

♡ Brigitte Bardot

♡ Anna Karina

♡ EVERY SINGLE YÉ-YÉ GIRLS

♡ Jane Birkin

♡ Lesley Gore

♡ The Ronettes

♡ Lola Falana

♡ The Supremes

♡ Glenna Forster-Jones

♡ Nancy Kwan

♡ Mary Weiss

♡ Priscilla Presley

♡ Patty Duke

♡ Annette Funicello

♡ Marianne Faithfull

♡ Jean Seberg

♡ Peggy Moffitt

♡ Sue Lyon

♡ Uschi Obermaier

♡ Marlo Thomas

♡ Edie Sedgwick

♡ Sally Field

♡ Sharon Tate

♡ Britt Ekland

♡ Pamela des Barres

♡ Genevieve Waite

♡ Ewa Aulin

♡ Goldie Hawn

♡ Mia Farrow

♡ Any girls in "Valley of the Dolls" (1967) and "The Touchables" (1968)

♡ Any girl groups from that era

Youtubers specializing in this particular style:

♡ Jackie Wyers

♡ @dandelionapril

♡ The MILK club

♡ Devyn Crimson

♡ Connie Mclean

♡ Laura Jane Atelier

♡ Loepsie

♡ Emma Rosa Katharina

♡ WanderlustVintage

♡ BONUS:

youtube

Coquette Counterparts:

♡ Dark Coquette

♡ Dolly Coquette

#1960s #vintage coquette #coquette #coquette aesthetic #gif #coquette fashion #dolly coquette #dark coquette #hideelee #decades #coquette guide #Youtube

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austinswhitewolf · 7 months

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Welcome Home

Hello everyone! It has been a long while since I have posted anything. I went on vacation and then had a bout of writers block. I'm slowly easing back into writing now and this was what helped me back. Hope you like it. I love the concept of shifters. <3

Austin had been gone for a good solid two months filming while you had stayed home, not being able to get away from work to travel with him. It had been extremely hard for the both of you, not normally being away from each other this long. Being shifters, you were always touching each other in some way when out and in public. People had started to label that as you being clingy but Austin had shut that down almost instantly, making a rare instagram post about how much he loved you and that is all that mattered.

You would normally go to the airport to pick him up when he was gone for shorter amounts of time. But with him being gone so long this time, you both had decided that you would wait at home for him. It would be way too public for how much the two of you would need each other's touch.

The only thing that had kept you sane was his scent all around the house, wearing his sweatshirts to bed and shirts around the house. Austin had taken one of your scarves as well as a few of your sweatshirts. Your scent had permeated every fiber of the scarf. You periodically saw pap pictures of him leaving set or out and about in his free time with your scarf around his neck, though it worked well since it was the middle of winter.

You were baking while waiting, trying to keep yourself busy so not to think about Austin being home today. The entire kitchen smelled of baked goods as they were cooling on the island. One of Austin’s soft fluffy sweatshirts was hanging off your shoulders, his scent wafting around you.

As you reached forwards to turn the oven off, you felt a light push to the back of your head. Just as your head tilted forwards slightly, Austin nuzzled his nose and forehead along to the side of your head. His arms slid around your waist as you felt him breathe you in. Your eyes slid shut immediately at the movement from him. The entire world fell away in that moment. A deep rumble filled the air, and you could feel it against your back. This pulled a reciprocal purr from you. Austin turned you around and pulled you against him firmly. You buried your face in his neck, nuzzling just under his jaw where his scent was strongest. It was intoxicating to you, your hands curling into him, not wanting any space between you. Scooping you up into his arms, it was only moments before you were in your bedroom and he was placing you down onto the bed. Just barely peeling you off him, he was quick to shed his jeans, jacket and shirt. You let out a soft whine when he pulled away but when you saw what he was doing, you kicked off your lounge pants and his sweatshirt as well. Before you could think, Austin had crawled up the bed to you, curling his long body around you and nuzzling into your neck taking deep pulls of your scent into his lungs.

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You didn’t know what time it was, just that it was dark outside when you woke up having to use the bathroom. It took a few minutes to extricate yourself from Austin’s arms slowly enough to not wake him up.

As you walked into the bathroom, you smiled at how his scent covered you. Sure you were both sticky and happily sore, but he was back home with you. In only the few minutes it took you in the bathroom, Austin had shifted forms and his large lean golden body filled up half of the California king bed. His soft silky mane was sticking up in every direction. Warmth filled your heart at the image in front of you. Sliding back into bed, you gently slid under and between his front legs. His paws were the size of your face. A soft almost giggle slid from your lips as he stretched, having felt your movement against him. Austin cracked an eye open at the noise and let out a large yawn right in your face while curling his front leg around you to pull you tighter against him. Another soft laugh left you at this though when he moved his head back and licked up the entire side of your face you let out a noise of indignation. A happy chuff left him before his rumbling purr filled the room.

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pocketfulofelviss · 4 months

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JUMPSUIT #1 ⚡️ Black Herringbone

It was used for the Season 1 of the Las Vegas residency, which means 57 shows, from July 31 to August 28, 1969. It’s a two-piece suit of the same color, inspired by karate outfits, so Elvis could easily do his moves on stage. The name ‘herringbone’ comes from the pattern that is sewn around the chest opening and the small collar, it ends at the end of the chest opening. Both pants and top are made of a silky fabric. It’s also known as the ‘Black Cossack’ or ‘Black Karate Style’ suit.

Elvis would match this suit with the black scarf with blue and white stripes: he would wear scarves for every concert, and sometimes he would throw it to the audience. The belt was almost every time black macramé, even if once he changed it to the metal concha one.

#elvispresley #elvis #elvislegacy #elvisthepelvis #graceland #idol #elvisaaronpresley

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missmaywemeetagain · 11 months

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So... my friends and I came across these pics from Anne Margaret 's debut night on Vegas and Elvis looks soo fine in this blue scarf. Anyway you could do a Blue Scarf story. LoL. Maybe even a whole Scarf series?

BABY LISTEN. Just...ugh...this ERA. The '69 Scarf Era is the pinnacle of hotness. Like what was in the water that summer?? What magic did those silky scarves hold?? Because it's not normal! And this fit in particular with that mussed hair and 5 o'clock shadow and chest hair all on display? I am ON MY KNEES.

(Also, can we take a moment to recognize that he showed up to his ex's performance looking like THIS? For god's sake, man! That's almost cruel...especially if that story about him getting on his knees and professing his love for her after the show in her dressing room is true. That woman must've had balls of steel to not throw her husband to the curb.)

Blue Scarf...heeheehee...And oh, lawd, a whole Scarf series, based on the different scarves he wore? That would certainly be something! I mean, I've certainly been playing around with the Pink Scarf Universe soooooo....I guess you never know what could happen...😏 💙🧣💙

#xoxoxoxo #be careful putting ideas into my head darlin #hehehe #elvis presley #elvis #if you’re looking for trouble #you came to the right place #elvis presley x reader #pink scarf era #blue scarf #elvis 1969 #scarf era #answered #ask

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missamyrisa2 · 2 months

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Out of curiosity!~ what are some underrated tickly tools or unusual tickly tools that you think need to be used more often?~

oh my gosh so many!! I always go to the blush brush and feather and magic wand because I love them sooosoo much but there's sooo many lesser used tools that I adore~~~ and fear~~

The scalp massager~!! So first of all, if it's the metal kind, the many arms will brush one another when it is moved around and that sound is sooo tinglyyyyy~ this one is like the ultimate back tickler, using all those arms with their plastic nub tips to twirl around the lower back and sides and backs of the thighs, sliding down to let the cool metal tease~ it's sooo wicked~

Water markers~!! There's those chunky markers that are used in kids coloring books, where the inside is filled with water and it slowly comes out through the soft brushy tip. Fill that with ice cold water and you have an absolutely eeeeevil navel tickle tool~~ soft brushyyy touches that drip out an icy tease~

the belly~!! Okay this one is way different and probably only works in the right scenario but it has gotten me a couple times. Once my tickle therapist was tickling my feet and she was laughing so much with me and she suddenly lifted her shirt and put her tummy against my feet~ her laughing bouncing belly on my tickled toes and soles was like electric ~ and ever since I've always wanted to try something with like someone's belly grazing against mine as they tickle my underarms and sides~

Hair~!! I always talk about how I love to put my hair in a braid and use the spiky tip to tickle. It's especially ticklyyyy after it has been dipped in water ~ I also love doing the cascade where I flip my hair over and drag it along a ticklyyy sparkle zone~ andddd I dream of someone with like short but big fluffy hair gliding it along my body~~

perfume~!! Okay I'm getting reallyyyy into my sensory tickles now ~ spraying perfume on a tickle spot gives the tinyyyy tickle tease touch of the spray, plusss it tingles the nose and it has just this like ~marking~ of the tickleee and working a scent into their tickle spot~

Beaded chains~!! You know those little metal bead chains that are usually attached to pens or used as pull strings? Yeahhhh a long snakey one of those, resting in a goblet of ice~ drawn out and dangled over a wigglyyyy tickle ~ and wiggled under the arms~~ over the collar ~~ pooled in the navel ~~ threaded through toessss ~

Laser feather~!! The light of course has no tickle buttttt in a dark room with the light pointed at the feather's target is a fun lil visual tease~

Compressed air~!! A tricky one to pull off but if you find the zones that are sensitive to the burst of air, this one can really make someone sing with screamy gigglesss~~ which may or may not be me under my toesss~

And lastly for now, materials~!! Soft scarves draped over the belly or thighs. Nylons over feet. Leggings over knees and backs of thighs. Silky undies. Lacey tops. I'm super sensitive to this sort of thing and sometimes other people are too~ it doesn't have to be an outfit, like the scarf can be draped over a tickle zone and then tickles can be done through the softnessss~ or a royal area could be draped with silkyyy panties and buzzed through them with the back of an electric toothbrush ~~on that note and I'll just burst into blush now, my therapist once tried out taking one of my big waist belts and dragged the metal buckle over my sides and back and legs and the cool sensation and gentle jingles got me sooo bad I had a little soft ticklegasm~~~ so you just never knowww what gentle material sensation could destroy someone~~

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another-lost-mc · 1 year

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Pairing: Sirius x f!Reader/MC Rating/Warnings: NSFW; fluff and angst; insecure Reader/MC; suggestive/non-explicit sexual content Word Count: 3100 Summary: Let me show you (spending the holidays with Sirius)

When you first came to Bound Arlyn, you were scared of a lot of things: the rifts, the monsters, the different skies and the unusual sounds this world made. You had no idea what to think of the Guide sorcerers who took you under their protection: Spica was confident and imposing; Arcturus was eager and always willing to help; Alpheratz oozed disdain for nearly everything going on around him; Pollux was always finding some sort of trouble to get into; and Vega seemed withdrawn and unapproachable. Sirius was a weird combination of all those things. He teased you mercilessly, but he seemed to find you when you least expected it, popping up out of nowhere to steal food off your lunch plate or drag you along on some errand he was assigned.

You spent more time together, not always by choice, and you started to regard Sirius as a friend. When he went out of his way to invite you on a shopping trip in town, or to see him perform in one of his plays, you started to see him as something more. It was hard not to get lost in all the things that made him so different from anyone you knew now or in your life before. He was breathtakingly beautiful with his expressive eyes and dark hair that reflected all the brilliant colours of the world around him. His height compared to your own should have been intimidating, but you were comfortable in his shadow. He was slender, but his arms that tightened around you in an embrace felt strong. He could protect you, and you appreciated that part of him. He seemed like he wanted to protect you too, and at some point you realized you were falling in love with him.

Those new feelings threatened to undermine the life you were trying to build here. Sirius intimidated you with his cocky confidence and ethereal looks, and you felt so plain and small next to him. You sometimes wondered why he bothered spending time with you at all. You hoped he had the decency to ignore the way you blushed and stuttered and looked away from him when he paid you too much attention, or when he brushed against you when you walked together and his fingers grazed yours. Small gestures were easy to overlook; you refused to believe they meant anything more.

One day you were visiting the marketplace together. He was browsing a stall with sparkling jeweled accessories. He held a mirror in one hand while he examined earrings and necklaces with the other, resting them against his skin and judging them with a critical eye. You weren’t sure what he was looking for, but you didn’t want to rush him.

You went to the next stall where beautiful scarves and hair accessories were displayed. You picked up a soft, silky scarf with an abstract rainbow pattern; it reminded you of something you used to wear back home. You must’ve gotten lost in your memories because you heard a throat clear behind you. You spun around, heart pounding, and you were greeted by a familiar face, his grin wide and full of teeth. He was holding the mirror in front of you. You saw a glimpse of your red cheeks and wide eyes before you turned away from the sight.

“That would look lovely on you,” Sirius said, voice tinged with just a hint of laughter. Teasing you delighted him so much.

“I think something this nice would be wasted on me,” you muttered as you put the scarf back on its display.

He let the mirror fall to his side. His eyes were swirling a dark, murky blend of colours shifting too fast for you to follow, and he frowned. “I meant it,” he said. The amusement from his tone had gone but his voice was gentle.

“I know.” You gave him what you hoped was a convincing smile but you knew your lip trembled and your eyes were burning as you desperately tried to hold back tears.

He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and drew you to him. He led you away from the bustling crowds and down a quiet path that led back home. A welcome detour. Soon, all you could see were fields of luscious grass and flowers waving in the breeze. The weight of his arm around you and the warmth of him calmed you.

He broke the silence first. “I wish you wouldn’t do that,” he said quietly.

You knew he was looking down at you, but you stared at the path ahead of you. “Do what?” you asked.

“Talk about yourself that way. I don’t know what life is like on Mid-Eartheim, but I don’t think I like it very much if it makes you doubt yourself like this.” He stopped walking and waited for you to look at him. “In fact, it’s probably for the best that you stay here. There’s still so much I want to teach you, and I’ll never get the chance if you slip away.”

Now it was your turn to be confused. You frowned when he took your hands in his. “What do you want to teach me, exactly?”

He raised your hands to his lips. They brushed against your fingers as he spoke. “All the things I love about you, and why you should love them too.”

You were stunned by his confession. You didn’t have a response for him; what could you possibly say to such a bold declaration? He didn’t seem to expect a reply either, but when you allowed yourself to slip your arm through his for the rest of the walk back home, it felt like something between you clicked into place. When you returned, he walked you to your room and his eyes were filled with promise. The smile he gave you before he left was small but genuine, and it felt truer than any smile he had shown you before.

The other sorcerers started to notice things changing between the two of you. Sirius used to drag you along on visits when he was able to before, but now he all but refused to go if you couldn’t be there as his support. When you used to find yourself sandwiched between Arcturus and Pollux in the cafeteria during mealtimes, Sirius made them fight over the remaining empty chair by your side. You noticed Vega frowned more than usual these days. Spica’s only comment to you was that he’d never seen Sirius so motivated to be involved on campus and was glad something (or someone) was having a good influence on him. When Alpheratz dragged you away for a midday nap, Sirius wasn’t far behind; sometimes he would even lay beside you while you dozed off.

He courted you slowly, surprising you nearly every day with some sort of sweet or romantic gesture. It no longer surprised you when you woke up each morning to find a warm cup of tea on your nightstand, or a new book on your desk, or a vase of fresh wildflowers on your vanity. When you went into town together, he held your hand. If you were seeing a play together, he draped his arm across your shoulders and drew you as close as your seats allowed. He liked bidding you good night personally, walking you to your bedroom door and exchanging one last quiet touch or compliment with you before departing.

One night after seeing a new comedy production together, he leaned against the wall next to your room while you rummaged through your purse for the key. He ran his finger over the neckline of your dress and sighed happily. “I love this colour on you. Did you know that your eyes sparkle just a bit brighter when you wear it?”

You glanced at him. He had a dreamy smile on his face, and the syrupy words made you giggle despite yourself. You felt your face heat up. “You have excellent taste in most things.” He was with you when you found the dress in a quiet shop not too long ago. He insisted you try it on, and you remember his stunned silence when you stepped out of that changing room for his opinion. You would wear the dress every day if it meant he looked at you like that more often. Even if you didn’t see the beauty in yourself, you were slowly learning that he did.

Tonight was a good night. Your insides were warm from his company and your wonderful date together. He looked particularly handsome this evening. When he leaned forward to kiss your cheek farewell, you turned your head and caught his lips with yours. You felt more than heard the surprised sound he made, but after a moment he relaxed into the kiss. It was soft, barely a gentle brush of your lips together, but your eyes fluttered open and you both smiled.

Your first kiss seemed to be another turning point in your relationship. Once he knew kisses were welcome, he seemed more than happy to kiss you whenever he felt the urge. Sometimes he couldn’t resist the temptation no matter where you were. One day he leaned over and kissed your cheek while you were all having lunch together on campus. When Arcturus started “awww”-ing and Pollux started gagging across from you, Sirius kicked at them underneath the table. After a meeting with the other sorcerers, Sirius stayed in his seat and pulled you onto his lap once the others had left. You murmured disapprovingly that it wasn’t the best time, but you tilted your head to give him access as he kissed down the column of your throat. You jumped when you heard a throat clear; Spica stood there, a slender eyebrow raised, and all he said before leaving you alone again was a reminder to lock the door. You buried your head in Sirius’s chest while he shook with laughter.

You weren’t a virgin but you didn’t have the confidence to initiate physical intimacy with him either. You were shy, and you didn’t see the appeal of your naked body. What if he didn’t like the way you looked? Next to him, you felt lacking. If you were alone in your room, or in his, he unbuttoned his shirt while you kissed and encouraged your hands to roam across his skin. He never took more than you were willing to give. He pulled your shirt over your head one day and saw you shake your head slightly when his hands hovered over the hooks of your bra. He didn’t miss a beat as he gathered you in his lap anyway and let his lips and tongue tease you through the thin fabric.

Time passed and seasons changed. A couple months after you started dating, he started talking about celebrating the winter holidays of Bound Arlyn together. He mentioned going out for dinner, and you agreed that it was a lovely idea.

“Your gift should arrive sometime that afternoon too,” he said nonchalantly while he picked at his dinner plate.

You glanced up from your own plate. “Wait, delivered? What did you buy?” You were still debating what to get him, but you didn’t anticipate buying anything that needed special delivery.

He smiled that mysterious smile of his and didn’t respond.

You were reading in your room the afternoon of your holiday date when you heard Pollux’s muffled yells outside your door. When you poked your head into the hallway to see what was happening, you saw him and a few other sorcerers carrying a large wooden crate. You swung your doors open wide and moved out of the way while they dragged it into your room. The others left and you and Pollux investigated the mysterious package.

Pollux’s brow was sweating but he smiled at you. “Sirius left the mail sorters a very strongly-worded note that this should be brought to you as soon as it arrived.” He walked around the large crate. “Any ideas what it is yet?”

You shook your head. The box was a bit taller than you were. “Can you help me open this?”

Pollux used a knife he carried with him to help you cut away the binds that kept the crate secured. Once those were removed, it was easy to pull the packaging apart. Pollux stood beside you with his hands on his hips. “A mirror, huh? Looks like an antique, too.”

It was a full-length mirror. You weren’t sure what type of brushed metal the frame was made of. The clawed feet held it upright and it was decorated with intricate patterns of vines and flowers. It looked expensive, and it was heavy; Pollux helped you slide it into place against a wall near your bed.

“I appreciate the help,” you said apologetically when you walked him to the door. You saw him wince when he flexed his hands.

“Hey, it’s no problem! What time are you going out tonight?” Sirius must have told the others about your date.

“Sirius said reservations were for 6:30, so I think he’s meeting me here at 6:00.” You glanced at the clock behind you. “I should probably get ready.”

You planned out the timing in your head: it was five now and you’d be finished showering in thirty minutes; another fifteen minutes to dry and style your hair, then fifteen minutes to dress and add a bit of light makeup would have you ready for his arrival at six. Perfect.

You were sitting at your vanity towel-drying your hair when you heard knocking against your door. Your panic turned to confusion when you realized you weren’t running late, but he arrived early. You pulled your bathrobe tight around you and tied it closed while you walked to the door.

“You’re a little early, aren’t you?” You pulled the door open but couldn’t help but stare. He stood in front of you in a bespoke black tuxedo. The jacket glittered in the dim lighting of your hallway. You’ve never seen someone pull off a sequin suit jacket before, but he stood there looking like the brightest constellation in a dark night’s sky. His smile widened as you trailed your gaze up and down his body. You looked away embarrassed but moved aside and closed the door behind him.

He looked around your room like he was looking for something. “Ah, so you received your gift as I requested. Excellent. Do you like it?”

You played with tendrils of wet hair that fell over your shoulder. “Yes, it’s lovely.” You cleared your throat. “I’m sorry, but I still need to finish getting ready. Did I mix up the time?”

Sirius was standing in front of your mirror and smoothing down the front of his suit jacket. You saw him smirk in the mirror and your eyes met briefly in his reflection. “Not at all. I simply realized that I had to be here early so I could see you when you’re most beautiful.”

You looked down at your fluffy bathrobe. Your hair was still dripping wet from your shower and you hadn’t put any makeup on yet. “You must be joking,” you scoffed.

Sirius nodded like he expected you to say that. “Let me show you then.” He walked behind you and put his hands on your waist. He urged you forward until you were both standing in front of the mirror, him behind you, and he placed his hands on your shoulders. You tried to look away from your reflection, but he tsked under his breath.

“Look at us, my darling.” When you looked forward, cheeks pink from his pet name for you, he smiled. “Don’t you realize how lovely you are? Don’t you know how desperate you make me feel?” He bent his head and you felt the barest touch of his lips grazing the skin of your neck. One of his arms wrapped around your waist and the other reached up and slowly slid the bathrobe off your shoulder as he continued his exploration.

You gasped and instinctively pressed your back against him when he undid the belt tying your robe closed. The sensation of cool air against your warm, naked skin felt electrifying. In the mirror, you could see glimpses of your naked body underneath the robe that fluttered open. His fingers traced along the visible patches of soft skin, between your collarbones and further down still. You tilted your head back and leaned against his chest. He seemed perfectly happy to support you if it meant he could touch you like this.

“I’m going to ruin your suit,” you protested weakly but you made no effort to move away. You knew his clothes must be getting damp from your robe and hair.

“I would ruin everything I have if it meant being close to you like this,” he murmured.

His sincerity had you blinking back tears while you stared at the ceiling. “I don’t deserve you,” you whispered.

He drew away from you suddenly and reappeared in front of you. “Look at me,” he said. His voice was soft but the tone was firm.

When your watery gaze met his, you could see the fractals of colour in his eyes brighten while he looked into yours. He took a step forward, and you took one back. He kept walking you backwards until you felt your thighs bump against your bed. He had his hands on your shoulders and pushed down gently, urging you to sit. You didn’t expect him to fall to his knees and shift forward til he was resting between your legs. You caught a glimpse of your flushed face and dark eyes in the mirror’s reflection before you looked down at him.

“Let me show you a taste of what you deserve,” he whispered against your thigh.

You were laying naked in bed together afterwards, your head resting against his shoulder while his fingers traced lazy patterns onto your back. His eyes were closed, but he looked utterly content.

“Sirius?”

He hummed in response, not bothering to open his eyes. He was always listening.

“I’m sorry your dinner reservation for us got a bit…well, side-tracked,” you said with a blush. You saw him smile. “Maybe we can reschedule for another evening?”

He opened his eyes, warm like molten gold, and he nodded. “Of course, darling. Whatever you’d like.”

You closed your eyes and let yourself relax in his embrace, the beat of his heart lulling you to sleep.

The next day, Sirius “rescheduled” the dinner reservation he never made.

#arcana twilight #arcana twilight fanfiction #arcana twilight sirius #sirius x reader #sirius x f!reader #arcana twilight x reader #arcana twilight smut

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mrsackermannx · 10 months

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Lourdes, I need more of your delicious Geto thoughts-

Do you think he would be secretive about your relationship or enjoy pda? Also how would he feel about others trying to flirt with you? What are some of the things he likes to do to let others know you’re his?

what it’s like dating geto suguru <3

tags: sfw, kissing, pda (slightly suggestive).

an: JAZZ YES LETS GO! this isn’t even all of it🤭

I think it’s subtle but not secretive at all, like when people look at you two for longer than a few seconds the love is so intense and unwavering it’s ridiculously obvious and hard to look away because of how in sync you two are. He’s smitten and I don’t think he hides it at all, it shows in his pda in fact! His pda to me is very much, hugs from behind with sweet kisses to your temple/cheekbone/cheek and or the corner of your mouth, he also does that thing where he loops your scarf around your neck and pulls you close with it so he can kiss your lips/forehead. You’re always coiled together somehow, like he loves where you sit with your back against his chest so he can put his chin on your head, hands resting on your thighs (his hair smells amazing🤭). He’s quite clingy really, his hair is always tickling you and falling around you in long silky curtains because he’s always wrapped around you, he’s so broad and his embrace feels so safe. He always smells so ridiculously good too, like vanilla and something a little oaky. But also like fresh soap ALL THE TIME.

As far as others, I think he gets playfully jealous because they’d never be any reason for you to look elsewhere😌. He knows this. But I think if people were flirting too obviously, he’d walk over, loop an arm around your waist and be like, “hey, beautiful, ready to go home?” all smirking, tucking his hair behind his ear before ducking to give you a sweet kiss. I do also think he’d be kind of outrageous sometimes if he’d had a few drinks; he’d walk over and hug you from behind, a hand sliding up to rest just under your breasts in the centre. You’re all like, “suguru! stop! ah, sorry this is my partner!” whilst giggling into his touch, your body is as much his as it is yours. Your cheeks heat as he maintains eye contact with the person flirting with you as he kisses along the curve of your neck until he reaches your ear to whisper a silky, “mm, let’s go home.”

Things he likes to do to let others know is definitely that you guys have subtle matching things, like scarves, earrings, necklaces especially! Like a simple silver necklace that matches and hangs from each of your necks, I think he likes to hold hands too, and carry all your bags. His phone background is either deffo one of you in a robe on one of your spa getaways together, glass in hand, his large hand smushing both of your cheeks whilst you laugh, or it’s you all dolled up sat opposite him in a restaurant, with your eyes half-lidded, looking at him with all the love in the world. People are always shocked when they see it, but he’s so quiet and gentle, that it’s not unexpected. He smiles proudly as he says, “that’s my fiancé/partner. I know, she’s absolutely beautiful.”

He also loves to pick you up from work, flustering everybody because he always whispers in your ear, and you always look so flustered, that or your attention is immediately captivated by him. (He brings flowers sometimes too, or food- your favourites). You can’t take your eyes of one another. Loving Suguru is intense, quietly intense. Sometimes you can barely be apart, because he feels like home too much, so calm, so soft. And his arms feel like home. Hugging you hello with his hand cupping your head as he whispers a soft, “Okaeri” (welcome home)

Geto overall as a partner. He dotes on you, rubbing your hands when it’s cold out, wrapping your scarf around you, holding your umbrella, always gazing at you with so much love. Always smiling when he asks, “I didn’t ask what you’d eaten, I asked if it was something you enjoyed?” When you tell him no, especially because you didn’t eat with him, he’s leaning over for a kiss. “Then let’s go to your favourite place for dinner.” This man knows everything and anything about you, and you to him. He loves long deep conversations about everything from your childhood, to your first friendships, your family, your deepest desires, fears, he commits every day in how he loves you, treasures you, continues to learn you. “Arguments” with him don’t even last more than an hour, he never raises his voice either, he’s an amazing communicator, always calm, always making you feel heard, they happen so rarely because you talk about everything and you know you’re in it for life. Being with Geto feels the most like being yourself because you can just be, and he can just be, you love each other unconditionally.

#i popped off here jazz #i couldnt help myself #i just adore him so much #boyfriend geto #geto thoughts #geto suguru #moots<3 #sighs dreamily #put my entire pussy into this for you jazz <3 #i always imagine falling in love with Geto in the winter #wearing warm sweaters and cuddling whilst watching movies with the Christmas tree up #wearing long trench coats and big scarves as you walk home a little tipsy together on new years <3 #hot chocolate after a long day <3 #having a hot bubble bath together after a long and chilly week #I ADORE GETO ACTUALLY #don’t even get me started on the sex jazz #don’t you DARE🤭🤭 *bats lashes*

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